Playing a show in Hamilton, all on piano. Actually just a keyboard. I can’t complain. The show is set up by Mr. Wax Mannequin. I can’t recall playing a show where I mostly sing songs I write but not guitar based. Been watching Fauda on Netflix. I like this company of actors much. Funny how great actors are greatly lying, they intensely know how to pretend. What does it mean about their relationship to their own identity? On some level wouldn’t it make a person reflect that everything is pretend? It is, is it not? Our bodies are vehicles and we seem to command them but it’s all murky whether anyone ever is in charge. Especially considering we find ourselves in life, that is to say we find ourselves plopped into experiencing life, having never organized our own creation…and then we’re supposed to steer this thing, take each step, comb the hair, swallow the oatmeal. Probably that’s what my first song will be in Hamilton on the piano. An instrumental whose understanding won’t be word worthy.