The Real America (Las Vegas Airport)

The aforementioned mid-90’s gay bar that is virgin america.

A day of demos. Stay tuned.

Jonathan and I are kids in a candystore backstage at LPR!

We will make it through this day with cream-colored shoes and root vegetables.

This is a photo I took in Minneapolis. It has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that tonight, I’m playing a concert at (le) poisson rouge in New York with my dear friend Jonathan Biss. This is an exciting show for me in the sense that I get to 1. sing my own songs 2. listen to one of my favorite pianists play the late great C major Schubert sonata as well as the Janacek sonata and some Kurtag amuse bouches, and 3. sing Schubert songs with Jonathan at the piano.

Meanwhile, I’m terrified to step outside with these November gusts. Should I wear concert clothes all day? Where are my fingerless gloves? How can I be expected to take on the persona of a non-Canadian, *slightly* less hypochondriacal Glenn Gould without my fingerless gloves? Or must I make yet another pitstop at American Apparel?