On 104th street in Manhattan between 1st and 2nd, we sit in a room lit only by the windows on one of those dark February days. On the 3rd floor of this old building, we eat bagels & lox with Curtis Eberhardt,he has a tie-dyed blue shirt, but not to be mistaken with the bright primary tie-dyed shirts that you buy off Haight street or St. Marks. He dyed this shirt himself, using an old Japanese technique at his family’s home in Michigan. He sits relaxed after we just filmed him playing the flute, a photoshoot done in the first floor of his studio. Curtis unwraps his bagel, and we begin to learn more about the man who runs the world.