Chas was great last night. Starting his lap-steel-delay-pedal improvisation by dawning dark sunglasses. He explained it was out of concern for the audience due to injurious repercussions people received when they could see his eyes in the past when he plays this music. Apparently, he added, advised by his lawyer. Superb introduction. In the 80s at Fat Alberts, poet Kenn, took the stage after a considerable amount of toking and with a serious undisturbed expression began explaining these poems were written by so and so, who died by suicide ten years ago this evening. The room became dramatically silent, everyone ready to consider each syllable. Eventually I recognized these were his own poems. Without that intro they would have chattered or made noises as people do. Utterly destroyed me.