Friends, readers, or to whom it may concern. A paparazzo grabbed shots of me tickling away on the ivory keys. And because some of you show an unhealthy captivation for my envious life, I was reluctant to share this; lest you vomit from sickening adoration. But I accept the risks, and humbly shove these photos in your face for you to print out and tack to the ceiling above your bed.
Because I am less of a piano player and more of a ukulele strummer, I opted to NOT aggravate each passing jogger and dog walker with that annoying song you play with your knuckles on the black keys. Instead I let a real piano player hop on there to work his magic. It was pretty awesome."