SPRING/SUMMER Magazine


André, it's a secret I've been keeping from you… that maybe isn’t so secret after all. You know how I’ve always wanted to just drop everything and drive off like Jack Kerouac. Only I’ve never had the guts to actually go for it.
Until now.
The truth is, I just can't sit still, here in Montreal, there's nothing more here André, I hit the ceiling.
You know how it is.
I’m between lovers, with no fixed gig at the Cabaret…. There’s nothing here to tie me down.
But I’ve got enough money saved up for a long road trip.
So next week I’m planning to drive west, all the way to San Fran.
You know how I’ve always wanted to go there — it’s where my mom’s from for starters, and the way she talked about it when I was young always made me think of it as a really cool place.
And it’s also where Max lives…. I guess that’s the real secret.
He’s a pianist out there.
I met him a couple of months ago at one of my shows….
We really hit it off, and I… well… I think I’m falling for him.
C’mon, don’t look at me like that! I mean it this time.
He said I could get gigs out there, he said he’d help….
Otherwise I guess I just feel this really strong urge to connect with something—
I need to find a missing piece of the puzzle to figure myself out.


