And, in the "creative phrasing" department...

Swung by piano bar last night, and found myself in the middle of a birthday celebration for Kim Lee. Someone named Elaine Bryer sang a rather singular version of "You Light Up My Life," as well as the song Dorothy sings when she's explaining to the Muchki ns about how the tornado stole her house (complete with Munchkin voices.) Now I'm on the phone with my apartment mate Boogie, figuring out how to meet up tomorrow. Seems I promised to be her cameraman for an interview she's doing with a pimp who bills himself on his business card as "a Professional Scholar of Leisure." If the folks at film school could only see me now....b