I'm not entirely convinced that I didn't just meet Bill Murray who was deep into a character study. Approached in the bathroom line by this legitimately odd cat looking for a smoke and a light, he apparently was painting his boat and decided to finish early and come to the Jazz Fest. "Do I have any blue paint on my face?" - I told him he only had a little bit but it made him look distinguished and then backed away slowly. In a different situation, I would have probably stuck around longer to see where things went and how entertaining they got.