KRIS
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only person who remembers, who saw this particular Tina Turner performance on TV in the early ’80s, singing “Let’s Stay Together.” Stripped-down for the opening bars, with only the dim chime of an organ to support her. This song about negotiating a vulnerable love performed by a woman who had been abused and oppressed, who was at that point free of her tormentor. Standing in a tender light, not defiantly, but in the sanctity her own plane of existence.
Let’s stay together. Freedom, but a complicated freedom.
It was her comeback.
Dale, the engineer, was taking a break. I sat on a stool staring out over the lake, noodling something idly with my pickups lowered, still getting used to the character of a new guitar, a Sheraton.
It was just her, if I remem
