“Sheila, if you don’t understand why Disco is Important and Good and Right, then you cannot understand me. You got that?”

Here is Michael, lecturing me about something or other, as he chows down on his stack of French toast. We had done our show the night before, then probably hung out at his place or my place, watching movies (Johnny Handsome??) and kissing like lovesick teenagers in American Grafitti, and then met up for breakfast the next morning, to nurse endless cups of coffee and read our books. I loved it when he got vaguely annoyed with me and felt compelled to lecture me. I tried to make it happen as much as possible, and then would take pictures of the moment.