A Sense of Place
Purely through serendipity, Snarky was directed to the site of one Walt Lockley (link to his site, here's his Wikipedia user bio). She needs to find out more about this man.
She read about the history of the Garden of Allah in Hollywood and thought of Valentina when she read the following passage:
Harpo Marx moved into the Garden of Allah some time in the late20's when he first came to make movies. Harpo had thin walls. (A lot of
different people mention the thin walls.) After Harpo set up housekeeping
and grew a sense of ownership, he got a new neighbor whose hours didn't
coincide with Harpo's hours, and who played the piano, and who wouldn't
shut up even after Harpo banged on the wall, etc. So Harpo set the alarm clock
early one Saturday, tuned up his harp, and played the first 64 bars of
Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto #1 as loud as he could, over and over and
over, until his fingers bled, probably getting it wrong because he was self-
taught, over and over and over all morning and into the afternoon, until he
heard his new neighbor scream in strangled anguish and bang around like he
was packing up, slammed his door, and disappeared, never to be seen again.
A lot of effort, Harpo thought, but well worth it to be rid of such a nuisance.
Then somebody told Harpo that his new neighbor the piano player was
Rachmaninoff.
Snarky doesn't even know if anyone else gets excited about things like this (she has only recently been reminded of her own love affair with the built environment), but she just had to share that tidbit.
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