Played a wedding & reception tonight with the San Francisco Klezmer Experience. That band is about the funniest group of people I’ve ever met, (along with perhaps Adam Good & Timothy Quigley). Any brief period of space in a tune has equal likelihood of being punctuated by a quote from Wagner or the Chicken Dance. A particularly moving violin solo will elicit cheers of “tell your story white boy!” from the drummer. Meanwhile one member, unnamed to protect the guilty, quietly informs us exactly which women in the room he’d like to do exactly what with (in a remarkably non-sexist way).
Lost my wallet on the bus in the Mission. At the end of the gig, there’s a message (how’d she even figure out my cell phone number?) from a woman who works at the Women’s Building, who somehow found it on a street I wasn’t even on tonight, & the money’s there & everything. Incroyable.