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I used to run into Oliver Rajamani now and again when I lived in Austin because we sort of moved in peripheral crowds (i.e. He was a musician. I dated a bass player.). He seemed quiet and nice and serious. I knew he played tablas or something of the sort. It's fair to say I didn't pay much attention. All these years later, I run across this.

I had no idea I was sharing meals or making awkward small talk with such a force. Man, I miss Austin.

Any given Sunday. Or Monday. Or Tuesday....