Last night he held a listening party at the Space Room bar/ Brite Spot Restaurant on Hawthorne for his new album Star Pilot's Lament. It was a well-attended, well-lubricated, happy groove of an event, with a hiccup that happened after I left. I want to share his description of the gorgeous Goth-dressed patron who, unknowingly (or knowingly?) rudely, asked him to stop playing his own music (for a well-attended listening party, remember) and play something by the rapper Ma$e:
[O]ne look deep into her eyes just allowed you to see what was going on across the street.That's hard-boiled, man. Chandler or Hammett would be proud. *approves*
