it's 2002 and I'm sitting in my favorite dive bar. It's not a classy place or even a happening place. it's an old man bar (to use the parlance of the time) it's dusty dark and dank. it's the place alcaholics go to die. And yet I feel completely at home. flirting with a barmaid older than my mom and chainsmoking packs of camel reds. I'm drinking well burbon and listening to an old jukebox playing songs picked by other bar patrons. The panioman comes on and I actually listen to it. every word every bit of the story. I'm a complete punk rocker at this point listening exclusively to the angst of my own generation. But in this song I actually bridge the generation gap and realize that music is alot more than three chord anger. alot more than whats cool. it's life it's a force a spiritual truth. And over a glass of cheap wiskey i had a life altering moment. Now my music collection is ecclectic to the extreme. and I'm still looking for the next great band and song. So here's to the pianoman and his mystical effect on my life.