While C. and I sat at one of those cosy, minuscule bars in Lisbon's Alfama, these two characters (she brasilian, he Portuguese) sat down and filled the room with beautiful brasilian music, free of charge, to an enraptured audience. "Was that too loud?" - the guitarist asked the black barkeep after a more enthusiastic moment, to which she smiled a "no, that's fine", and joined in around the players. So much talent to go around, why do we need to fly the same packaged performer-millionaires around the world so we can pay small fortunes to be packed like devoted rats into stadiums and have our eardrums ruptured by canned music?
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