Pleased to announce that David Annwn’s Bela Fawr’s Cabaret is now cleanly birthed from the presses and properly celebrated by the likes of your humble correspondent, Joe Zanghi, and Joe Zanghi’s landlord, a kindly gent of 78 summers that Joe regularly rescues from sidewalk mishaps and deposits safe and sound to sleep it off in his room. We all three enjoyed lifting a glass or two or three–Joe and his friend to the thrills and perils of skiing in the Japanese Alps,–and me (secretly) to brothers Alan Halsey, and David Annwn, and sister Geraldine Monk in the distant islands of England. The Muse clearly dances in Bela Fawr’s Cabaret. With Mark Spitzer’s raging demotic and David Annwn’s multi-lingual riffs, we truly have defined for us yet another conceptual space in which the dance of the intellect may continue. Not a bad night to tie one on a bit! Jess