Let It Ride

A man and a guitar.  I saw him at the Beacon Theater on the Upper West Side.  Q and his girlfriend were supposed to come with me, but Q had to work.  His girl was still going but didn't make it.  He performed miraculously that night, alone onstage with a guitar, a piano, sometimes with two women who accompanied him with strings.  It was the beginning of the end. It was the night of the inevitable fall.  They should have been there that night, though I don't know if it would have changed things.

Q's version.  Q's girl.