A guy comes sometimes comes to the open stage who has had a harder life, harder than almost anyone else in the room. When he talks from the stage about homelessness, he does it as if we\u2019re all fluent with it. We aren\u2019t. He\u2019s the immersed one. Something about his face, when you look him dead on makes you think Sylvester Stallone was his father, circa Rocky. If he were a comedian, he\u2019d probably lean into that, do ten minutes on looking like Sly, and the room would be howling. But what\u2019s funnier, and stranger, is when he sings. Out comes Mick Jagger\u2019s voice. Not an impression but that whole early Stones thing, the 60s and 70s rolled into one throat. I\u2019m guessing everyone in the room is thinking the same thing: we just saved ourselves eight hundred bucks on a Stones ticket. The other night he pointed at me, \u201cPiano man, where’s the piano man!\u201d I joined him. Suddenly I’m Nicky Hopkins and turned my Instagram on. You can see it, proof that sometimes the open stage opens wider.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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