I have no idea what cosmic thing had to happen, but I sure am glad it resulted in Heather and I meeting. We click in all the right ways, and tonight in Cedar Park, TX, we let the crowd experience some of our joy! We had some off-center songs requested, and we did our best. We had four or five tunes hit the piano that we’d never tried, and quite a few we hadn’t played in a few years. We made each other laugh while playing them, and that made the night fly by. Someone asked for “Yoda” by Weird Al, and Heather almost killed a guy with a flying drumstick, but those two incidents were unrelated. She missed. He lived.
