Sic Semper Tyrannis

Speaking of Moog Cookbook, it reminds me of my short-lived Moog-inspired romance from way back in the music store days. Her name was Sara and she was a bohemian-looking girl who came into the store looking for “moog artists.” This was no more than a month after I had discovered the genius of the Cookbook.

Was this the perfect woman? A girl who listens to moog music? Was this the hand of fate, subtly giving us a push, bringing us together?

No.

After about a week of phone conversation, it became obvious that we had nothing more than nerdy musical obsession in common. I had to set her free-- namely, stop calling her.