2025-09-07
21 分钟Hi, I'm Michael Laris, and this is Post Reports Weekend.
It's Saturday, September 6th.
I'm a local enterprise reporter,
and what you're going to hear in a moment is a story I wrote about a musician who had brain surgery for a condition that affects more people than you think.
I'll be narrating it.
You'll hear audio from my phone calls with Mike Frazier's doctors, and when I talked with Mike,
his guitar in hand at a picnic table in Rock Creek Park in Washington, D.C.
This reporting is part of a Washington Post series called Deep Reads.
It's part of our commitment to narrative journalism.
This story is about a songwriter born in Virginia who faced an agonizing medical mystery.
A note to listeners,
this story includes descriptions of medical procedures that can be a little graphic.
Okay, here's the story.
The songwriter was unconscious, but his voice filled the operating room.
Mike Frazier's dirty blonde locks had been partially shaved and his head sanitized.
The surgeon standing over him slid his blade in a crescent over his right ear and tugged his scalp into position,
holding it in place with a dozen sky blue clips.
Then he began opening a window into the musician's brain.
The surgeon, Lee Selznick,
had chosen a Spotify playlist of Frazier's music for the delicate procedure.