and that's how you spell chicken

last night cheyne & i went to a "picking party" - basically a bunch of people playing the guitar, piano, mandolin, banjo, fiddle, washboard, etc. in jake's living room. it was great. the best moment of the night, though, was at three in the morning when four or five of us were sitting around, half-asleep and full-drunk, listening to this guy play perhaps the most beautiful rendition of "guns of brixton" i have ever heard.