Mia. A beautiful, smart, Serbian girl I dated in the spring. I didn’t want to, I didn’t plan it, but I fell for her. And naturally, she broke my heart. What sucks is that Mia was planning on making me a pizza. We’d gone out to Gino’s in Chicago and afterwards she said she make me her pizza. I’ve rarely looked forward to anything more. She was going to make me something. Food. I kept referring it to “Mia’s Pizza.” I couldn’t wait to have Mia’s Pizza. Now I don’t think I’ll ever get to try it. So I interviewed her pizza. Well, it’s more of a chat really. And here it is. This is based on the actual one I emailed her earlier…
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“To be a fly on the wall for that fucking thing” If you’re going to interview Davis Rogan at a small table outside Three Muses on Frenchmen Street between his sets expect interruptions. There was one guy, who I’m not really sure what he wanted. I think it was money. But Rogan explained to him what he was earning for his gig and the man was off. A few fans walked by with a “great job” (to Rogan, not me) or “love you/love your music.” Another passerby asked Rogan where Adolfo’s was (above the Apple Barrel, also featured in Treme). “Alex Chilton and I used to eat at Adolfo’s often,” Rogan says. Then legendary cornetist Jack Fine walks by. Rogan asks him to sit…
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