Modena City Ramblers

"My sweet revolutionary"! I remember one... Me (with a slurred voice): "Hey, you look beautiful with that poncho from Peru, your organic llama wool tights, and a Sepulveda book! How about we sneak away to that public restroom with no door?" She (proud and combative): "Never! Your alcoholism, your disdain for my feminism, that Van Zandt CD, and your erection are anti-revolutionary!" I saw her again three years later. "Hey, you look stunning in your suit, the 24-hour bag, and that stack of freshly signed contracts..."