Ceilings, wo-o-o, ceilings… There were three accordion players (three very bad accordian players) in our plaza the other day. They weren’t here very long. Just long enough to mangle a song that, to my mind, was already mangled in the making. The song was “Feelings.” They played most of it. It was so bad, it was comical. I grabbed my camera to capture a video, but I arrived on the balcony to see a man get up from a table, walk over to the machine playing the back-up instrumentals, and abruptly switch it off. He said a few quiet words to the musicians. They packed up their accordions and marched off down the street. I only wish he had stopped them sooner, because that awful song has not stopped playing in my head.
The Museum of Fine Arts is a magnificent building with an impressive collection of art. Much of it is Christian in subject matter, and I lose interest in that quickly. But, there is enough other art and, of course the architecture, to keep my interest. I’ll share more of the museum and the collection in a future post.