It's Bang on a Can over here at Maccers West Village. I have finally managed to coordinate with the plumbers who roused me from my hangover to pull down the roof above the oven and the water which is dripping into the metal bucket reminds me of Steve Reich or maybe Wu Man and Tan Dun.

It's the toilet (not something you ever want to hear) in the apartment upstairs apparently which lady upstairs denied. Like anyone was blaming her she said it must be the apartment next door. My consolation for the fact that her urine and other unmentionables have been soaking through my ceiling is that my new best-mate the plumber is currently breaking through her floor. Ha.