Oh Wednesday! Are you needing something to get you through the midweek blahs? Here is a picture that Frank took of one of those musicians from Plaza Francia. I tried my darndest to write him into the last post, but he deserves a space of his own.
Working pretty much as our own personal musician, seated within spitting distance of our blanket, we had to keep our giggles and stares discreet. All he required was about 4 liters of Quilmes Cristal and this inspiring instrument, and soon he was ripping his own ragtime rendition of the Entertainer.
I hope you enjoy him almost as much as we did.
2 comments:
yes, what a entertaining and captivating performer we had at the plaza. Not only did it seem that he was solely performing for us.. he insisted on a private show as he situated himself just a few feet away... to be honest though.. not only was the beautiful music filling my ears, the glorious smell of day old piss, rotting nappy hair, and halitosis filled my nostrils. The performance was worth much more than disapproving and annoyed looks I sent his way, perhaps if we meet again I may generously give him 50 centavos in hopes that he put it toward lessons.
i had to play some catch up with your posts. i ate dear in the sundarbans and it was mighty tasty. that restaurant experience was the most cruel form of torture i could have experienced i hope you know that. the taste of wine is now the foggiest of memories and i haven't a craving for beer really. but wine my friend i would eat 7 kg of raw eggplants to have even i sip of wine i swear it and if i puked i would start over that is how much i just want to know how it tastes like again. overboard maybe i apologize. those dancers are ill no doubt. i sat with christian and checked out the pictures on your blog. i just got my brother one of them instruments and i can't now remember the name. harpischord? no melodica, yeah a melodica. i wish i could have found a blue one like that guy had. i wish i would have stayed for the duration of them argentine party's in aspen. the one i went to (on week night) was hopping i think i may have mentioned it before. my bondhu franco and julio bustamante convinced me to go and so i went. little did i know they weren't going to arrive until say 2 or three in the morning. and then franko got kicked out for smuggling beer inside. the next day he had a cara de cullo for sure. at least that is what geston would have said.
Post a Comment