Silber Dances!

Last night crashed a Berkelee College of music party. A gregarious carribean girl who lived there fed Silber and I alcohol. Then she took off my clothes and had me party shirtless the rest of the night. An impromptu jam occurred. I got to play the djembe with a couple of kids who studied West African drumming in Ghana and SILBER, well Silber got to dance with Roselle, the Carribeaner from Trinidad. You should have seen him pirouette! Woke up the next morning on the couch, hung like a moose over with a stubborn smile on my face from thinking about Brian Silber cutting a rug.