Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Its Tuesday, it must be Esperaza...
Just back from the UK where weather was like here today, perhaps slightly more vile, only just . . .
Cannot find USB cable to load up recently taken snaps so here is one of Mark's favourite places. Not.
On a Tuesday and Wednesday he loads up his ancient tan leather greek bag with music and heads to the MJC building in above-mentioned town.
I like this edifice. It should really be on the outskirts of some mouldering Russian industrial town, an occasional venue for a vodka-laced dance event - echoing concrete and David Lynch film set corridors. The 'caretaker' (odd word to use when describing the gentleman in question) has asked Mark many times not to stick posters on the wall of the 'music room' - small dingy room with Dickensian desks and matching dust, presumably as this could leave small grease marks on the ancient, grimy, cracked paintwork. He has also requested that the windows always remain closed so the piano cannot be heard especially between 12.00 and 2.00 p.m when he has his siesta . . .