2am in NYC

Well, it's been a hell of a trip. Ashokan was great as usual but I overextended myself. I was teaching 3 to 4 classes a day and attending 2 as a student. Staying up late practicing and generally doing my "over 30" body harm. Worth it though. Totally worth it. Had a great little ukulele band going. We ended up performing "Georgia on my mind" at the camp show as a tribute to the late great Ray Charles. I'd say we hung together pretty well for a bunch of uke rookies, thanks largely to the excellent tuttlage of our uke teacher Robert. Sharon and I were also in the "Percussion Ensemble of Doom" which was really fun and we learned a lot about drumming including what a "flam" and a "drag" are supposed to sound like. Aren't y'all jealous? Thought so.

Now, on the eve of my return home, I sit in Harlem at 2am, my head spinning from all the great musical and dancing juice I've gotten in the past week. Can't wait to get back and see the dogs and get practicing some new uke moves. Dorky, I know, but I really love this little instrument. So shut up!:-)

Lastly, it seems I was cast in an improv "incubator team" at dirty south while I was gone. It's the only time I've ever been cast in anything without actually bothering to show up for an audition. Interesting.

More to follow upon my return.

Cheers.