it's_a_small_world_after_all raze started a dialogue with a singer about a week ago, because i've been doing a lot of that lately, and right now my attitude is, "the more people i can make some noise with in this city, the better." her name is a nickname. i knew her first name, but not her last. it wasn't important. we touched base, she expressed an interest in doing something, and that's all i need to work with. today she posted some thank-yous on facebook after playing a show. one of the people she thanked for a lifetime of support was my eighth grade teacher. her mother. that told me her name and who she was. we went to grade school together. she was a few years ahead of me. i watched her perform "piano man" at the talent show when she was in grade eight and i was in grade five or something. she even pulled off the harmonica solo. we never really got to know each other, but she was always kind to me. i told her about this, because i thought it was wild that we'd come in contact again all these years later, in this way. she said her mom had talked about me. told her i was "highly intelligent in a creative way". if you ever had her mother for a teacher, you'd be as gobsmacked by that revelation as i am. she was not easily impressed. at all. ever. and i was not a great student by that time. some stuff was going on at home, and my marks kind of went down the tubes (except for english. i could always be counted on to do well whenever writing was involved, for whatever reason). now i'm writing a torch song for her daughter to sing. i dig this sense of humour life has, sometimes. 151221 ... unhinged (i agree with her mom. i have been stunned by your prolific creative engine) 151221 ... raze hey, i could say lots of nice things about you too! and i will. to your face. when i perfect that teleportation device. 151222 what's it to you? who go blather from