Music in LO

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For the summer I have had the garden open to music most summer-weekends.
It is an on-going experiment, and great moments of strangers coming together has happened on my watch. Musicians on vaccation, local pickers, singers and shakers have stopped in, called by the music – as the smell of bread baking in my hometown would bring the early-risers to the shop, so, too did the music wharft through the streets of Los Olivos. Those thirsty for musical notes, those hungry for etherial sustinance came to visit and listen. I was grateful for their company.

Since music only exists because someone is listening, those sitting in the park, obscured from my view were also appreciated. Sometimes we would hear a cheer or applause from behind the starkade. In the garden, named The Crooked Path I passed out shakers and bells to many walking in, and was surprised how many cold actually hold rhythm.

It’s a great town, even if Patrick’s dog always barks at me.

Next, more music.

Best wishes for all…
Bent.

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