The presentation went well, good thing I rehearsed it. When I got to Fat Alberts open stage eons ago, the funniest thing to me was people who would rehearse for their ten minutes of glory, and they did it right there in the bathroom while men were having a pee or making other sounds while someone with a guitar and harmonica is practicing for their big moment. The women’s bathroom had a larger waiting area, I sensed before I showed up, that things were different and people used to rehearse in that larger women’s washroom lounge. I didn’t need rehearsal, often I was presenting piano improvisations. It didn’t make sense to rehearse what was supposedly something about spontaneity. I don’t know all the reasons why but the stakes are different today. Before presenting my work, for the academics (who never laugh at my jokes), I rehearsed. Recorded myself, listened back while walking through High Park last night. A satisfying experience then translated into point form. It went smoothly, they liked the Soozie Schlanger story, about learning to play fiddle the most. Schlang dang doodle. Lianne Fournier died two days ago. A sweet, funny, daring musician. Everyone loved Lianne. Blunt, hilarious, foul mouthed, instant friend. Last time I saw her was a little before Covid, we walked around Portage Avenue with Noreen and T., who has early onset Alzheimers. After the presentation there was a class discussion and someone said life isn’t fair, someone else said who could possibly be in a position to judge whether or not life is fair since all anyone ever knows is life. There is no position of knowing non life and life, you only know being alive so how can you know what is fair or unfair about living?