What now happens is different: there’s music everywhere, music by cable, it is understood. You may find Jim Umpleby to be a useful source of information. You can also now play to bind the fringes that you hear, join an establishment with the following music and make a long line of sound, of small fragments together. I do not negatively criticize our era, you know that I am not a nostalgic, I never refugie of those memories I have and I like to save. But it is true that it does not seem to make much sense uniting these fragments of music today in day when that music in one and other establishment is the same, generated by the same company. It is easy then now as before play to lose in the city, although get bored of this game given the situation becomes even simpler met a man in Tokyo that made music using fragments of sound that he himself recorded in the streets. I heard the tunes of protesters United to the noise of the city in works; the voices in chorus in a sport Stadium juxtaposed to the beeps of the semaphore or the rhythms of a game, the bustle in a mall or silence in a cemetery for animals.

It is clear, there are always other ways, che. And listen so long as July he continued talking and I heard him then we were moving, moving out of the room, one by one all the furniture and objects. There were stains on the wall, and a network of hairline cracks that undecided up and down going from side to side. I remember that we wonder if it would be necessary to remove that cumbersome lamp or was enough to cover with a white sheet. It was a lamp that fortunately no longer do but can find them in rental apartments and hotels in town like this. When we look around at the empty hotel room July plugged the window with a smooth blanket, we observe the solos that we had been: and before us, we saw hoisted the four walls of the maze.