I heat up, I cant cool down
You got me spinnin
round and round
round and round and round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
- Abracadabra by Steve Miller Band

High over Gannett island, there's a strange little club floating.

In this box, magic happens, and the magician is Tuna Oddfellow:

Shava Suntzu invited me up there a few weeks ago to experience this trip through this infamous magician and event planner's mind, and I was so enthusiastic about going back, I've set reminders in my cell phone's calendar/alarm.

It's a 180 degree turn from the Open Mike at Los Arboles, where mostly traditional musicians take the stage and play. This is an experience, surreal conversation... it's a reminder that sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic sort of thing.

When I did my first Night Of Crap, setting the SoHo tower and furniture spinning and on fire and exploding and such... I think this comes from the same core "What impossible things can you do in here?" quest.

I find myself wondering, just as I wonder with Elvis Faust on Sundays, "What will he do next?"

Those kind of people are people to get to know, be inspired by, and possibly hope to inspire to go further into the impossible.

9PM on Mondays, in case you're curious.

As you should be.