Small World
I ran into Bryan, an old friend from UNT this past weekend. We played in the One O’ Clock Band together and I haven’t seen him in a few years. I had just gotten on the R train when I hear “Neil Shah…” and this guy is towering over me. I look up and it’s Bryan. Turns out, he was in town on trip with Texas Wesleyan, where he’s now a Professor of Music. He gave me his info and we went out to the 55 bar Saturday night–ended up catching a little old redheaded woman tearing up John Scofield-esque guitar riffs–good times. It’s always good to run into an old friend and makes this city, and world, not seem very big at all.
