Living with Phillip was very different then having a room at Mrs. Tzavniki’s on Brunswick. Phillip didn’t smoke which increased the quality of Susan’s life ten fold. Smoke lingered and stayed on her clothes afterward. She admired his devotion, practicing constantly before the turntable replaying Electric Lady Land over and over, pressing his thumb against the turntable to slow down Mr. Hendrix and thereby pinpoint incomprehensible intervals if heard at ordinary speed. At first she thought he was ruining the record (and maybe he was) but in the long run she heard the pay off, she heard the greater precision when he played along to 1983 (A Merman I Should Be). She tried to do the same with her lyrics, to slow down pieces she admired and try to copy in order to get closer to what they were thinking when they wrote that line/.