And he was another one I never figured out. I knew him because he was Gary's best friend and Gary was Greg's brother and Greg was Dean's half brother and Dean was my roommate for three semesters one time. That is to say I barely knew him at all. He was sitting at the piano one evening while a bunch of people were discussing the horn arrangement, something that didn't concern either of us. He went through this elaborate ritual of examining the music that was there on the piano, moving it further from then closer to his face, turning it over and over, holding a page in each hand and acting like he couldn't decide between the two. Then he took a pair of wire-rimmed reading glasses that I'd never seen out of the breast pocket of this antique corduroy sport jacket he had on and perched them on his nose. No one but me was paying the slightest attention to him, but this whole ritual was like a performance piece or something. I eventually laughed out loud and he looked up and said, "Shut up, Kirk," which knocked me on my ass because he said "shut up" like I'd revealed a secret or something and because it surprised the hell out of me that he knew my name.
I laughed again and said nothing else. I'm pretty sure that was the only time we "spoke" during the entire project.