Dammit, I went all the way to Toronto and I missed this scene. Crow n me chose that hour to go for coffee with a dear friend unseen since early 80's who happens to live round the corner from Rick. When we came back all there was to show was the twisted metal of a former lawn chair lying in the plants...

I have a music stand that does that slow-sinking thing. Don't use it much.

I know I've fallen on my ass while performing at least once, but for some reason can't recall any specifics. Chalk it up to alcohol, I guess. Something to be said for it.

W-O