4 December 2009. Cold morning mist, as in old Amsterdam... ("Heb je het kaut...?) Arching stone bridge over gray-green canal, icy air...
This morning: no big deal. A moment of instruction--three's a charm. Set the instruments aside for the time being. A saxophone pile--tom tom and maracas, the lone tambourine. A music room, for growing children--the upright piano, the open-holed flute, a drum set at one point. And, off to the side, a suspended wire cage with newspaper bottom, scatter of tiny seeds and that bit of rocky suet--the home of Elvis, parakeet variety, somewhere soon after 1956...
Heartbreak Hotel...
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