Franz Kamin's living-legend status is finally seeping through to the hinterlands. And it seems to be making him younger. Sure, as in every life, there's still room for improvement. The composer, pianist, novelist, poet, mathematician, and Yahweh knows what else has a bad back that's getting worse. And the money could always be better. And there's barely room to maneuver in the tiny St. Paul studio apartment that's served as his home and center of operations for 13 years. Apart from a few paths--to his computer, piano, kitchen, equally crowded bedroom, and bath--every inch of his place is packed--with books, CDs, DVDs, and dozens of manila envelopes holding manuscripts, letters, scores, and all the other stuff he's accumulated over the past... More >>>