@neko nomad,
Back in the seventies, I shared a big space in an old Eagles Lodge with another artist - and sometimes our boyfriends. We had an art gallery and our own studio, sublet a small space to a jewelry maker, and sublet a big section a few times a week to a theater group, having art shows between theater shows. Each of us had one of the offices for a bedroom. There was a men's room and a ladies' room, I got the men's room and put flower pots in the urinals (except when the theater group was there). We both put murals in the bathrooms. Anyway, this was in sort of a funky area of town, and we had a bunch of bars around. We had our own music system, but sometimes heard from the bars, one across the street, and one down the street. The one down the street had live music, for which we would open our seven front windows wide when they played on weekends. The one across the street is imbedded in my memory for playing The Green Door extremely loudly. I managed to like it some of the time.
