When I was 11, I played dead. For Christmas present money. The Washington National Opera could only afford to put on one performance that season- Frederic Delius’ American premiere of “Koanga”. In the slave romance at George Washington University’s Lisner Auditorium, my job was to lay still- because I was a corpse.
I even made the album cover:
I’m the kid on the right. My partner-in-crime was Bruce Fitch. In this scene, I’m not dead.
BCB
