New York - Day 8: The Pathetique and Opus 101

Damn. Mr. Barenboim, you have definitely redeemed yourself out of your former Les Adieux shithole - I must say tonight was the performance of kings, colossal giants, timeless artists, and the like. I look forward to the rest.

On a more nostalgic note, my most genuine and whole-hearted congratulations go out to my homeboy and former-roommate, Joo-Young Oh, who dazzled a Carnegie Hall audience today with a display of more perfect technique, rockstar-flair, get-girls lyricism, and more star qualities than you can count in all of Hollywood. This fool and I used to sit in our Aspen dormroom drinking cheap Safeway-plastic vodka, chain-smoking Marlboro Reds into a makeshift ashtray, talkin' about big deals and fine chicks, and eternally dreaming of Carnegie Hall and bright lights. Today, we celebrate our coincidental meeting at Carnegie Hall (we even shared a dressing room, in the tradition of old roommates) with Soju and Marlboro Lights in New York's K-town. Much Love!

Nike should have used this one: "Art is long, life is short." -Ludwig van Beethoven