Patty Smyth: Enough Is Enough

THERE'S A firetruck parked outside the building containing the office of Patty Smyth's management. The lobby is filled with firemen trying to determine whether the building is indeed on fire. For the sake of a story, I've dodged the usual bottles and knives, cherry bombs in my ears and vomit at my feet. I've braved storms and tornados. I've ridden in cars driven by Mötley Crüe. There are artists for whom I will go through flames. For the moment, Patty Smyth is not one of them. It's only a false alarm.