From a Yom Kippur prayer to a smoky torch song of a tragically wronged Billie or Chet, from the blues of the south to the unearthly suspensions of a viol consort… even a simple sarabande would begin to perfume my dreams with its ancient and haunting refrain. As a musician I was always hopelessly drawn to the songs of the persecuted. I would lie awake at night dreaming of my super powers, and sketching skintight lycra catsuits for myself, each outfit more ridiculous than the last.
My first ambition was to become Wonder Woman, because she was the only heroine who wasn’t blond… until Spider Woman turned up, who was infinitely cooler and much more mysterious. I devoured them all, and when he stopped collecting, I was ready to take up the torch.
My brother collected the X-men, Batman, Teen Titans… all the best comics. Ever since I can remember, I wanted to be a superhero.
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