2008-02-18 - 6:08 p.m.

You have to give yourself a chance.

(Another bar. Underground. Space for maybe 15 people. Vintage dressy uppy. Flappers and ruffles - alive alive-o. Flat-capped pianist cum singer takes his seat. Cracks tap shoes against the upright as he plays. Does Ellington and all. "Oh, I've got you under my skin.." Well-lived-looking woman stands to sing (old handheld microphone). Sounds like Joplin. Ticcing through Billie Holiday. Another young vintage singer, Monroe-a-like. Coo-coo-ing sad standards. Just perfect, perfect.. "Do you want to dance?" Turning slow close circles in a tiny room under Soho streets. The singer sighs on next to us, the pianist strokes the notes. I open my eyes and now others are dancing too..

Then another tiny club. Underground. Older man standing by the bar asks for more glasses. Pours his champagne for us. "What are we celebrating?” "I'm going down tomorrow”. We drink. Meet actors, rich lushes. "You look like Bosie”. Ah, we maybe kiss. It's 2am. 3am, sometime after 4am-)