Sort of makes sense I didn’t fall asleep, considering the Earl Grey an hour before bed. But then again, I do have coffee late sometimes and still fall asleep. Perhaps it is just the usual worries about living a life which has a surprise ending built in, like that one may cease to exist at any time. Sort of info that keeps many from drifting off into the necessary nightly brain repair job good sleep gives. Quite a wide range of interesting players at the open stage. The classical pianist, the ragtime player, the girl who did a piano mash-up of James Bond themes and told us she wishes to be the next Bond girl, Chas playing Sixteen Tons on that strange boxed banjo that belonged to Brian and best of all the guy who previously played strange piano always while wearing headphones. I didn’t realize until introducing myself and having fun conversations about academia and wokeness, that the entire time, he was listening to music in the headphones. He was in fact just trying to imitate it (while not really being a pianist) all of which was pretty intriguing, nutty and hilarious. Tonight, he shows up with a guitar and not any guitar. A modern electric a la Joe Satriani or Vernon Reid. It turns out he is an accomplished modern rock speed soloist and left handed. Afterward he told the audience he is making a band and asked for volunteers. I recorded him and put it up on Instagram along with Bond Girl, Ragtime Piano man and the woman who doesn’t look you in the eye or smile when she plays her guitar, with ordinarily something badly out of tune and does not let that stop her. I am so glad these things have always been like this. It was no different when I first walked into Fat Albert’s at 300 Bloor United another century ago. I made a pizza shell out of mashed potatoes, a little flour and pesto. All around great day of accomplishments.