my roommate's a good person to know. i owe her for opening my eyes up to the fact that there's more culture here in phx than i was giving it credit for.
last night we went for dinner at an asian restaurant called fate, with unusual cuisine and a dj playing from a collection about as eclectic as redstickman's (which says a lot, for those not familiar). i need to make them an ambient/experimental mix.
after that, we went to "my florist", an upscale cafe where we had dessert and listened to the resident jazz pianist field her interpretations of music ranging from phil collins to gershwin to coldplay. i thought i'd throw her a curveball by requesting "one night in bangkok", and she didn't know that one- but she threw one back at me with an incredible rendition of radiohead's "everything in its right place". i noticed my mouth was hanging open about 2/3 of the way through; she was that good, and my jaded ass is not so easily impressed lately.
it's times like this when a realization jumps up and smacks me in the face; i need furniture.