my brother is a trump supporter, he told me the other day he hopes bernie wins but not for the same reasons as me. he thinks it will be so much easier for trump to defeat bernie than biden. at the open stage last night there was a woman who played the piano and announced to the crowd she did not have a plan in advance. she started to improvise with chords and then with sound. blues-like, jazz-like vowel based, no words, a lot of long moaning. people were silent except for one table of four who were losing their minds. they were trying to not to loudly laugh but they were shaking with the kind of giggles one sometimes gets confronted with when something makes no sense to you. probably, my brother would have felt very welcome at their table. when she finished, I invited her to come back next week.