Greatest. Afternoon. Ever.

First I'm standing at the bus stop on 45th, reading a book by David Mamet and enjoying this thing they call sunshine.

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Tilson On 45th: Why Can't This Happen Everyday?

Greatest. Afternoon. Ever.

First I'm standing at the bus stop on 45th, reading a book by David Mamet and enjoying this thing they call sunshine. I hear loud hip-hop being blasted from a car, which is nothing unusual, but still I look up to see where it's coming from.

It's TILSON from THE SATURDAY KNIGHTS! He spots me, I spot him. He turns the volume down on his jams and leans out the window of his black Land Rover...

"Hey Brian, what's happening, man?!?"

"Dude! Not much! Waitin' on the bus...you?"

"Headin' up to Light in the Attic to see if our album's finished being mastered yet."

"Right on."

We exchange a few other pleasantries, but then the light turns green, Tilson rolls on, and suddenly I realize my day just got a whole lot brighter...

 
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