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  • My sister and I were eating cheese at the kitchen table in her flat in Berlin when there was a knock on the door.

    Apparently, the German performance artist on the other side of the door had heard my voice.

    I don't have a particularly nice voice, but I do have a lazy, sing-songy sort of American voice. And people tell me that I have nice laugh.

    An actress had dropped out of her piece. She was in dire straights. And then she heard my voice through the crack between the door and its frame. And her problems were solved.

    We spent the next afternoon recording in her living room upstairs. My sister watched with bemused interest.

    And a week later, snug in my bed in New York City, I became an international experimental recording superstar on some stage in Berlin.
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