What happens when she's not my memory anymore? What happens when she's not around to tell me about his belt leaving scars across my two-year-old brother's face or when he whacked her so hard that she lost her hearing for a week? Who'll be my memory?" Santangelo doesn't miss a beat. "I will. Ring me. " "Same," Raffy says. I look at him. I can't even speak because if I do I know I'll cry but I smile and he knows what I'm thinking.
It probably all started with The Beatles, and then I guess it goes out from there. Springsteen. . . Fleetwood Mac. . . I mean, that's all so inherent in us that when we're making records now, we take a lot from the artists who are around us.