Between that completion, being free of that damnable class, doing some occulty type things that turned out well last night, and waking up this morning to see Albany cleaner, brighter, and more fantastic than I've ever seen it before, I found myself overcome with Feeling.
So, I stepped outside with Mercutio, and played. I don't recall ever sounding quite that good before. I mean, seriously, I sounded amazing, at least until the cold got into my hands and the strings. I got drunk on the experience- it's not often that you can so completely lose yourself in your instrument like that, and I relished every minute of it.
While doing so, a guy named Rick approached me; he's performing at the Lark Tavern tomorrow night- spoken word/poetry type stuff, but he's got some recordings that he wants to put a violin behind, and has my email address. Hopefully, I hear from him- that'll be pretty awesome.
