last night was a fun and crazy night in pozzuoli. my gig was packed, and the people were (collectively) in a good mood. I intentionally did not bring my song book, so I could play what I could play from memory (besides it being one more heavy thing to take on the train) and I played FIVE hours with no breaks...(this is true, and Michael, you will either be proud of me, or think I am a moron) CD's sold out, and after, the club owner had dinner made for some of us, that was served about 3:15 am. Wine and Pasta and Friarielli, and fantastic dessert...So why am I up now, writing about it? 'Cause I wanna do it again! Hope all is well in the land of Coca-Cola...