Day two of our posting every day blogathon.

I am at the Poisson Rouge right now with about twenty minutes left till kick off. Drew Brees just got referred to as “Breezus” as in the savior of New Orleans. I’m rooting for him. Jews for Breezus. Hyde is meeting me here in a moment. Gonna drink and eat chicken wings.

This is an important space for me in my New York history. The former site of The Village Gate, it is the site of my first musical experience with the great Bob King. Bob was built for football and in high school he got a lot of satisfaction from crushing opponents on the line. The first time I saw him play piano was upstairs almost exactly 20 years ago. The piano was on wheels and he was such a powerful and intense player that the piano kept rolling away from him inch by inch as he banged away. Every forty seconds he’d look up from the piano like a school kid and pull the piano back toward him with his burly forearms.

I was on stage with him at the time. We were playing “scrapple from the apple.” At the top of my chorus I chose to play a very sour note. Bob immediately responded by playing a chord so complex and rich that I sounded like a total bad-ass. He looked at me slyly as if to say, “so that’s how it’s gonna be.” It was awesome. We had an immediate and intense connection and that moment was the beginning of a twenty year friendship.

Today has felt great all day. I can’t explain it and don’t want to. It’s about time to drink beer and watch football. Who dat.