One time a piano playing pop music friend of mine, was playing at the Oasis on College street. At the end there was an impromptu jam, he motioned at me with his head he wanted me to sit in and I joined on another keyboard. The song was in C and different people took turns soloing, at some point he turned to me to solo and I played something that held C# and other unflattering notes for a long time. I liked the contrast amid the obvious changes to the song.  He looked at me as though I was a mean prick. I didn’t know how to convey to him this is me jamming on your song, this is what it sounds like, everyone solos however they solo, you asked me for my 2 cents, there are people here who get what I’m doing – even like it, take a pill, relax, you’re missing the point.  My Marxist professor was telling us this week that last weekend he attended a conference with 40 other Marxists and fights broke out. He was upset and said if they were fighting then they were missing the point.