Street music

Part 1, probably

Julie Andrews may have sung “The hills are alive” in Austria that time—or was it on a Hollywood soundstage? That laughing brook she hops over strikes me as a bit botoxy. But in Algarrobo-Costa last month, the gravel lot next door was cardiac-arresting with the pulse of techno. It was Feria weekend, and this travelling amusement park thing pitched up in the empty block, and an all-night dance party space set up in the park directly across the street. Three nights in a row, wall-to-wall dance music and flashing lights made a joke of my bedroom window shutters from 8 p.m. to 7 a.m. Only saving grace that weekend was the churros stand I told you about.

I take these little video things with the intention of figuring out how to do a decent Instagram reel someday. I’ve just been scrolling back through the years and realized how many times I’ve been arrested by some sound of music.