We were at a gas station just outside Philadelphia when the second tower fell. At that point I knew what was happening in New York, but to tell you the truth, it rated about third or fourth on the list of the most pressing issues in my life that day.
The guy sitting next to me in my ex-girlfriend’s piece-of-shit 1985 Nissan Stanza was higher up the list. He kind of started this whole sorry tale.
His name was Stevie Fracasso.
Yes, that Stevie Fracasso.
And yes, if you’re a music nerd of a certain age, I can answer the next two questions that popped into your head after hearing that name.
No, he didn’t die onstage on Valentine’s Day, 1981.
And yes, I do know what happened to him after he disappeared off the face of the earth.
Sit tight…






Leave a Reply