Last night was the big gig night, the "kind of a big deal" party I'd been waiting impatiently for. I gathered my (borrowed from the neverending generosity of John Crow) violin and stood in front of a packed-to-over-fire-hazard-capacity bar wailing away. I didn't really do my best since I was so nervous, but it wasn't embarrassingly bad or anything.
As tends to happen, people crowded me after the show and showered me with praise and compliments ranging from "YOU ROCK" to "I couldn't love you any more than I do now" and all I could do was DENY, DENY, DENY. Have I been in Japan too long, a silly island where it is considered uncouth to sing your wife's praises and the proper response to a compliment is "no?"