Beautiful Strangers at the Bataclan

by Kevin Morby

I was listening to the Rolling Stones’ Goats Head Soup, running on a treadmill, when a television in the gym said BREAKING with a blood-red banner. A mass shooting was unfolding in Paris, in real time, at a music venue called the Bataclan.

This was 2015, and I was at home in Kansas City. I’d never heard of a mass shooting taking place in Europe, much les…