Piano is going to be my new instrument. I plan to forget the others for a while.

I went to a noise concert yesterday on the Northside. No one expressed interest in the going, so, when I entered, I received the $10 change that he would have kept had there been another.

The music itself was tertiary to the experience. What was essential is that I was surrounded by myself. I could see me everywhere I looked.

I was the banjo player on stage. I was the death metal noise rocker. I was on my Rhodes, facing forward.

Those people on air mattresses were me. That bearded gentleman standing by the merchandise table was me. That skinny courier with the thick thighs. That lifeless girl with the lifeless hair. (They were me, too.)