more than I bargained for, accepting Marianne’s invitation to head downtown for the Acker music night. wheeeehooo. the tuba band in the men’s clothing store was classic, but there were so many kinky juxtapositions between commerce and music. I kicked meself for NOT bringing my vidcam, sheesh, that was a lost opportunity — the harp-opera duet, the masked karaoke duo, the swing band in front of the stuffed marlin in the realty office, the cowboys in the ice cream shop, the washboard king in the saloon, the punk band in the framing store, blues in the Asian-imports place, and on!