Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Drum, drum, drum-drum-drum

Where do you go to practice playing drums and the trumpet in a small city?

Outside of the city. The most distant park you can find. Everybody will still hear you, but not as loud. (They prepare for Good Friday and I might finally look into a church that otherwise normally is closed, because the parade starts from there.)

One of the best moments today inspired me to think of a potential short movie. A teenage boy was talking to a girl outside plaza del torro (where the torreros kills the bulls slowly). She replied by banging on the drum. Excellent conversation, open for interpretation. 

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