you do not know this man, this hall, this piano, or the man who tunes this piano.

i think i have a more sympathetic relationship with food than i do with people. this will eventually need to be remedied.

last night i saw preservation hall and danced onstage. it was one of --if not the-- best live shows i've ever seen. this morning i tried to teach one of my disheartened students st james infirmary. she seemed less disheartened? how do you tell a twelve year old to sing it sad and nasty?

let her go, let her go, god bless her

wherever she may be

she can search the whole world over

but she'll never find a man like me