My good friend Wolfgang lives 'up the road' in San Diego (actually Vista), just across the border from Tijuana. So I've flown up to see him - and his partner Evan - this weekend. I've known Wolfgang for 36 years. We can go years without seeing each other (the last time was in Beijing exactly five years ago) but we always keep in touch. Music is the common thread, and tonight we listened to hours of stuff. Wolfgang knows and has everything and will explore side avenues, download-only releases and obscure solos by a former bassist that most people (including me) have no idea about. He is a walking discogs.com. Finally I could keep awake no longer and crashed to the sound of French 70s synthprog band Pole.