Roger Zee Memoirs

"Life and Times of a Pandemic Musician"

Dr. Maggie 06/17/20

I've always approached "Love" as a Hippie, very laissez-faire. You want me and I dig you, let's try it and see where it goes... I've been with so many women. And usually after a while, not satisfied with the one I'm with. So I dream about getting with the one I see just in front of me. Yeah, deeply flawed, but aren't we all in some way... Welcome to another excerpt from my memoirs, "Life and Times of a Pandemic Musician."

Today I regale you with a tale of one of the most extraordinary and unexpected experiences of my life! Way back in high school, I came up with a theory I dubbed "Maximum Exposure." Simply put, the more you put yourself out there, the better your chance of making something happen. Sitting at home accomplishes nothing. For every woman who doesn't want you, there's another one somewhere who does!

So on a night close to Christmas at a bar on the Upper East Side, I met Dr. Maggie, a proctologist, who lived way out on the E train in Queens. She made her living by literally scoping out assholes, LOL! Even developed trigger finger from doing it. I called her up a few days later and we made a date, strangely enough, on Christmas Eve. Born Jewish, I welcomed something to do on that night. Her family lived up in MA but she needed to stay in town for work.

Maggie shows up at my apartment at 7P, I turn on the Channel 11 "Yule Log," pour us both a glass of wine, and we end up making love for the next 15 hours virtually Non-Stop! Oh my God, if I could only do that today...

I don't know why or how that happened, but it did and it felt so great! We finally got out of bed the next morning and went down to a fantastic Cuban-Chinese restaurant on 13th Street between 8th and 9th Avenue and completely gorged ourselves. We managed to repeat something close to that miraculous feat a fair number of times including a beautiful weekend on Fire Island, NY before my usual difficulties set in...

But Maggie turned me on to New Age music, specifically Andreas Vollenweider. Man, you can make love to that sh*t literally forever... So on another day waiting out the Pandemic in isolation and watching the culling of the herd outside my window, I pick out the bass lines to "Down to the Moon" by Andreas Vollenweider and "Moonage Daydream" about some unbelievable good times. One <3

YouTube - Down to the Moon - Andreas Vollenweider