G-Nate picked me up and transported me to Rite Aid, where I bought some cassettes. (He brought along my CD of Rachmaninov's Third Piano Concerto, which he'd borrowed.) And, of course, we went to BS&G. Once again, the cooking was top-notch — even the home fries, which I usually don't much care for. Crazy Taxi was back in operation. Using intuition about which fares to take, I topped $4000. I didn't expect to get here so fast!

Why did I buy cassettes? Why did Nathan return my Rach 3 recording? Why did I eat fairly quickly? And why are you asking all these questions? Because I had to be at WRUW at 2PM to do a radio show! That's right: E-Nate frobbed the knobs and handled the miscellany of well-mannered broadcasting, and I selected the show's theme (late Romantic Russian piano composers) and music — the first piano sonatas of Medtner and Scriabin, and the aforementioned Rachmaninov concerto (my all-time favorite piece) — while providing contextual commentary, not to mention attempting to make this sentence even longer. I'd always wanted to host my own classical music radio show, to convey the excitement I have for great music. Being on the radio today was all I imagined it would be. Even when some clown named Joe called in during the Rach 3 and rambled on about Eric Carmen and Celine Dion being two modern “artists” who ripped tunes from Rachmaninov's great works. Nathan said my microphone speaking technique was quite good considering I had not been administered the standard instruction, and that my commentary made for an interesting and coherent show.

This opportunity arose because the regular host of Anything But Pachelbel, Dan Alt, was giving a recital of works for multiple pianists at 4PM. E-Nate and I signed off just in time to walk to Harkness Chapel next door and take our seats. The recital was something of a letdown after the high of being a radio personality, but the Saint-Saëns was performed reasonably well and the P.D.Q. Bach was entertaining.

Not yet pianoed out, I jammed at Hillel on a Rachmaninov-inspired folk-like tune. How tunes autovivify in my head, I know not. But I'm glad they do! This one developed quite nicely, though I didn't get far enough to be loose and creative with it, which is when I am most likely to make startling musical discoveries. During a minor early sub-climactic stretch, I suspected the presence of someone not myself, and looked behind me to find a pretty girl standing and listening intently. Unable to speak and play simultaneously, I attempted to smile at her. Now aware of being watched, yet unprepared for it, I prematurely exited into quiet mode. When I finally finished playing and turned around again, she was gone.

Watched Dark City on TV under the influence of Gabe. It felt like a rice cake of a movie, tasty yet completely unsatisfying.