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haunting, and sensual. I was lost. As each song came and went I realized that I was listening to an absolutely unique sound. There was so much love and pain; so clear, so agonized, so raw, and yet so precisely directed and produced. I stared wide-eyed at Lindsey, who threw his arms around me and whisperedinto my ear, “You like it, don’t you?” Richard pushed the stop button on the twenty-four-track tape machine and the room fell deathly quiet.
    â€œLindsey, I don’t know what to say. It’s incredible. I love it. Oh my God”, I said, swallowing back the lump in my throat, “this is the most amazing album! It’s going to be huge!”
    Christine’s delighted laughter rang out as Mick jumped up with the mirror in his hand and, with a bow, ceremoniously handed it to me. So that’s what Mick meant when he said it was a white Christmas? That mound of snow? I looked at the mirror, looked at Lindsey, and said in a hesitant voice, “Umm … no thanks. I’ll take a rain check. Have to work!” I hoped I’d passed whatever test it was meant to be.
    Lindsey eased the mirror out of my hands and took a rolled-up twenty dollar bill from Christine. I hadn’t fooled him. He’d realized I’d never done a line in my life and wouldn’t know where to start. “Make a line, inhale it. It wakes you up—it, well, it just keeps you going. You don’t have to do any if you don’t want to.” He offered it to me again and I shook my head. I wasn’t sure why he was pleased that I didn’t want any, but I could tell that he was. I was as embarrassed as hell that I was so unsophisticated. I watched in fascination as the five of them made huge, messy lines and inhaled them through the rolled-up bill, straight up their noses. Almost immediately the room was filled with frenzied voices and nervous laughter. John and Christine quickly lit their Marlboros, while Richard and Lindsey shared a joint.
    â€œâ€˜Gold Dust Woman’ needs something”, Lindsey announced through the smoke. “It’s not atmospheric enough.
So
… we brought some sheets of glass and set up microphones in the parking lot. We want to record the sound of splintering glass and work it into the song.”
    Mick’s eyes fired up with a devilish gleam. He rubbed his hands together fiendishly. “I want to be the one who gets to crash the glass! Me, me! I’m the tallest! I’m the best glass-breaker in the friggin’ world!
Let’s do it!”
    He scampered into the rain with Richard by his side. I stayed in the control room with Lindsey and listened to the hysteria from the parking lot booming through the huge speakers in the room. It took Richard five minutes to stop Mick from laughing, but once he did, the sound of breaking, shattering glass was recorded. The finished version of “Gold Dust Woman” begins with an unearthly tinkling that sounds dark and ominous.
    It changed the whole vibe of the song. This was the first of many times that I’d see Lindsey’s genius at work.
    I looked at my watch and with a start realized that I’d been in Studio B for almost two hours. “My God! I have to go! I’ve completely abandoned poor Bob Ezrin and his new band!” A shadow crossed Lindsey’s face and he seemed about to say something. I knew he didn’t want me to go, but I had to. I leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, yelled goodbye to John and Christine, and flew out the door. Lindsey called after me, “Leave your number on your desk! I need to talk to you about something special—”
    â€œOK!” I shouted back and returned to my abandoned work, the songs I’d just heard resonating in my head.
    I left my home phone number propped up against my desk calendar. I hadn’t figured out yet how I was going to end my relationship with John. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. But what could you do when