Here’s my pal Chris Cochrane playing a bunch of songs at Dixon Place last night. He did great. I love where his guitar playing is going. The audience included a hodge-podge of people that I’ve known for decades. I remarked that it was the sort of scene that would get scoffed at in a movie, because someone would say “what, there’s only the same twenty people in all of New York?”. But that made it distinctly homey.
Dixon place has got a queer performance festival coming up with an incredible season pass ticket: 60 shows for $60.00. If I can make my cash flow work out, I’m going to try to get in on that deal.
Tags: Chris, friends, music