I am climbing some outdoor steps to the balcony of a building, drawn by the rhythmic pulsation of amplified music. Feminine voices, sweet and insistent, are singing about how bad the news sucks. Arriving on the balcony, I find the door is open. Looking inside, I see Lysa and Olivia are the singers I have been hearing. They are performing as usual for a small audience of regulars. I don’t go in, but sit down on the balcony, listening and grooving. The song is about how the news sucks so bad that it’s hard to find personal space anymore, to have your own weekend. I realize they are HOT, and could probably find a much bigger audience if they knew how. Two younger men emerge from the room, and are leaning on the railing animatedly discussing the performance. I am thinking that I like the kind of people that this act attracts.

