Taking a lunch-break from mixing, the team of the band (being Yael and I) and the mixer-tho' “mixer” just doesn't seem enough- (Mark), ducked out to my beloved Sidewalks Cafe, one of the very best places to eat if you're in the East Village. And believe me- there are many fine places to eat in the East Village. It's painful to an extent, but I only go to Sidewalks if we're working in the studio; I can't go outside of that. Curses!!! Yael finds her admirers, in somewhat bad shape. Good guys that I've seen before, though. Apparently they're both injured due to “fighting”- which I surmised to mean “jumping out of windows during robberies”- but I still gave them five bucks. East 6th, baby. A lot of perfection was crafted on this street, on this block…. and you didn't even know it. Mark confided to us in a rare personal moment, that often when he is put on hold, he wonders “will anyone try to stab me with a fork today?” It's why he's a recluse outside of the recording studio. But he was right- I was waiting to stab him with a fork. See? Here Mark holds up what he called “beautiful Canadian money”, and Edward from Licorice Roots still manages a cameo and a brief plug for his band.