Friday, March 2, 2012

Spoke to soon...

remember when i wrote about no one complaining...

you see, we have some neighbors that are notorious for complaining about anything. once we watered the plants, and someone told the neighborhood government (yeah, i didn't know they existed here either). who knew you weren't supposed to water plants with the hose? any way, about twenty minutes into my practice tonight i hear, (and don't worry, translation will be right after),

"BASTA CON EL SAXO HERMANO! ME PONE LOCO ESTE RUIDO. SI VAS A TOCARLO, TOCAS EN UN CLUB O ALGO, PERO AHORA NO. DALE HERMANO!!!"

"ENOUGH WITH THE SAXOPHONE BROTHER! THE SOUND IS MAKING ME CRAZY. IF YOU'RE GOING TO PLAY, PLAY IN A CLUB (that is to say, a practice room or something of that nature) OR SOMETHING, BUT NOW, NO. C'MON BRO!!!"

needless to say, i was shocked by this faceless person yelling at me in another language, after i had already begun to play for several minutes. i also had looked at my watch. i was purposeful in not playing too late at night this time. i had started at 8:20pm on a friday night. no one, and i mean NO ONE in argentina is sleeping at this hour. so after a few seconds, i did the unthinkable.

i yelled back.

"BUENO, HERMANO. CUANDO VOY A TOCAR? Y CON QUE PLATA LO TOCARE EN UN CLUB??? SOLO TOCO UNA HORITA, NADA MAS. TE PROMETO."

"OK, BROTHER. WHEN DO I PLAY? AND WITH WHAT MONEY AM I TO PLAY IN A CLUB? I WILL ONLY PLAY FOR AN HOUR, NO MORE. PROMISE."

nothing.

i think faceless he was surprised to hear a female voice yell back.

"EN SERIO. QUE HAGO YO?" "SERIOUSLY. WHAT DO I DO?"

still nothing.

i called out a few more times with "hola?", but all to no avail. i warned him that i would keep playing (though with a softer tone, as soft as possible that is) until he responded back.

so i played a few more songs, a few scales, and thirty minutes later came the familiar sound of our doorbell. eva told me later that he said, "can i talk with the flaquito that is playing the saxophone?" that is to say, he didn't get the memo about the GIRL playing the sax.. nonetheless, i came forward.

the young man i have seen many a time. we are on good terms actually; always greeting each other in the streets. even when he saw me, he was a little stunned. he explained that his aunt is not feeling well, and would it be all right if i stopped playing for now?

i asked when it was okay to play, and it seems like it's just today that the aunt has taken some medicine that makes her more sensitive than normal. that she had even called him over to come to our door to explain the situation. so faceless has yet to make himself known. intriguing.

all that to say, i only practiced 50 minutes. but i practiced all the same. okay, a little nervous, because that was a weird moment. i talked it over with eva and laura, and we all think it best i wait until sunday afternoon to play again. here's hoping. and por lo menos, another adventure in córdoba. haha

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