{Any verse? More specifically the broken ones. Tag in or don't tag in, I don't care. We're in a mood and he's been singing this in my head all night.}

Music will always keep you company. That's what I love about it.

[playing this]

I do enjoy performing for a crowd, but I much more prefer sharing my piano bench with a beautiful women in private.

My 17 year old son never came home last night, and after hardly being around today he went out again and has yet to come home. But I can't ground him.

Maybe I should just let him do what he wants for the summer, then send him home.

I believe Christmas was a success this year. Any requests tonight?

[settles at his piano and plays River, by Joni Mitchell.]

Hey pretty lady. I've got a question for you.

[sighs and sings softly under his breath]

...if you just smile.

I don't actually hate birthdays. Much like Christmas. It's far easier to admit hating such days than to admit how lonely they tend to be. It's the kind of day you are forced to look back and think about where you are, where you've been, and find out who's still at your side ( Read more... )

(Meta and whatever.)

We're all of us bored as hell with nothing to do. I suggested we put on a musical, but...well, it wasn't pretty.

I'll sit here and play my piano instead....

[plays something wordless that he wrote]

Am I really such a joke to women? I realize I joke around a lot, but...hmmm, I don't know. I'm going to stop trying, it only leads to embarrassment.

Ohhh drunk. I'm shit.