My House Burned to a Crisp

I was performing in Boston on Friday night, and came home to a smoking, still-on-fire house. A million fire fighters, 4 friends, a hysterical roommate, and 4 dead cats. Pictures from that night, and from the next morning. Everything was toast, very very little was salvagable--some of my jewelry was okay, a few clothing articles in the middle of my laundry hamper and stuffed at the back of my closet, and shoes. Nothing else. If you wish to help out, I have posted a wishlist here. More information can be found on my tribe blog. A short clip of what I came home to is here.