Spare Key

Tonight we (the other artists in the residency and our director) went to Potkulcs, an unmarked music club just off Andrassy Street in Budapest. The translation of potkulcs is "spare key."  It felt like we were walking into a hidden speak easy in the 1920's.  We slipped down the street and into a garden doorway that took us down some steep stairs and into a courtyard.  It was fabulous - not fancy - but tables all around with a few large trees giving us shelter.  Shortly after we settled into our seats a string band made up of two fiddles and a bass started warming up.  THEY were fabulous.  I tried to do a nice recording of them, but the lighting was too dark.  The only pictures I managed to get were ones of the bathroom doors - a little raw, but very entertaining!