Not too hot and breezy, sitting in the shade, playing piano with a few hundred of the most bizarre dancers in the midwest is the only way to spend Labor Day. Before I drove to Michigan City, IN, I got about 12 hours of sleep, so I was ready to play all day, but we only did a 3 hour show. Our show went fine, and the only unexplainable thing I witnessed was while we were on break. I walked across the parking lot to see a 10 year old kid standing in a amateur wrestling ring with an acoustic guitar, and proceed to ply Johnny Cash's version of Trent Resnor's song, "Hurt", all about drug addiction and redemption. Wow.