The Police Have Arrived
A quick update about my performance in Brooklyn, NY recently at UnionDocs. It was lovely, the weather was right for an outdoor perfomance, the crowd was the perfect size for the venue, old friends were near.
But when I started playing, the cops were immediately called due to the volume. When they arrived, I was on my third song — “Battle Cry” of all songs — and it was gritty. Loud. Dark. I was pulling from all my inner-angst, from every piece of the warrior inside.
So yeah, needless to say I didn’t notice the cop. But everyone else did, because the entrance to the venue was actually behind me. So the cop came, stood behind me and I jammed on. He seemed confused, they said.
And though he tried to stop the madness, my eyes were shut (I check out sometimes when I’m improvising) and no one budged. 
My friends said that after the cops gave up on trying to interrupt, they sat back and listened. And when the song finally ended, they said to the UnionDocs organizers in their thick, thick Brooklyn accent:
“You kids are OK. You’re OK there with your violin. Just turn the bass down doll. Have fun. Keep going, we like your violin.”
Yeah, yeah, yeahyeahyeah. Yeah!!!
You can see the cop’s cute li’l head in the picture here… My first cop at a performance. Mom and dad would be so proud.
And yo, it’s not a violin! 