Albert Fuller has died. I enjoyed his playing a lot and, the one time I met him—we shared the elevator to Weill Recital Hall—he was gracious enough to tell me about the night he met Igor Stravinsky.

Caryl Phillips named his first play <I>Strange Fruit</I>. It had nothing to do with lynching, US race relations, or anything concerning Billie Holiday's famous song.

Hopefully the Meg White (or not) sex tape dustup will not engender a drummer sex tape trend. There are a lot of skin pounders that I for one have no desire to ever see in the buff. The mental images alone are like taking a woodburner to your brain.

First the sad. An old friend, harp player and all around sweetheart, Gary Primich passed away, suddenly as they say, in Austin on Sunday night. He was only 49. Although he'd had a solo career for some time, Gary was once a member of a smokin' Austin bar band called The Mannish Boys.

Oxford quantum scientist David Deutsche thinks he's proved they do. BTW, he thinks time travel is possible, too. Calling Dr. Who . . . .