It was July 28th, the last of Five years of wednesday performances at the district lounge. Many odd and interesting nights, so many different musicians and passer byes, spontaneous friends and moments of never see you agains, late night lock ins, wedding parties crash, authors, buissiness men,  a hooker who dropped her stash, leroy moor in the corner, I heard him clap, the jewish birthright came and in hebrew I let them rap, Andre rou orchestra took turns on the piano, sang christmas songs with an oboe player on my knee, and the strangers became fellows as the coffee became whiskey, there were, cellos, basses, drums, horns, pianos, guitars, vocalists, rappers, percussionists, poets, harmonicas, if the walls could sing... would sing just about anything. Was an intersection for anyone, artist, traveler, and our community. The last night was truly an honor as so many came that these wednesday nights were important to. I played for two and a half hours straight and when I was done, started to feel those five years as one big emotion. Will miss those days and now asking my guitar for guidance...