Technology Warehouse

This was around the corner from C’s place. The arrow is the best part. One time when we were playing music in my old house in Santa Fe, we were interrupted in the middle of a sweet jam when the bedroom door opened and in popped an old German gentleman. When we stopped to figure out why he had let himself into my house, he immediately identified himself as an irate neighbor who couldn’t tolerate the noise. He said: “This isn’t music. This is technology.” I wonder what’s inside the Technology Warehouse. Maybe music.