yo, i can kick a crackin' uptown saturday night under the scrutiny of the hidden moonlight, all within the confines of my sardine can of a bedroom. ain't nothin' got to be massive, just you on the telephone line, not only keepin' me company, but keepin' me real. and when you, my only guest, leaves, my one-man show stage dives into divergent solos and songs being learned as you hear them, and then i realize it is 3:30 in the morning and the night was over when you were gone.