"Welcome to my Inner World. ... There are no flies on me!" -- no, not here.
Last night Steve Espinola and I wrote a song for collaboration night at Sidewalk. Steve Shiffman on guitar joined us in our presentation of it, which followed immediately thereafter. It was another instance of spontaneous combustion during an evening that began with The 48 Hour Spontaneous Combustion Production at Manhattan Theatre Source. There may be a stillness to the inner world, but in the collective outer world it's like we're living fifty years in a day.