{"id":8563,"date":"2014-03-02T09:00:56","date_gmt":"2014-03-01T22:00:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thedesertecho.com\/blog\/?p=8563"},"modified":"2014-02-27T12:38:39","modified_gmt":"2014-02-27T01:38:39","slug":"towers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thedesertecho.com\/blog\/towers\/","title":{"rendered":"The Towers"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nA<\/fancyletter>nother day of slabbing, carpentry and bottle wall cleaning. Enrique and I finally got into a sweet rhythm doing what had talen us two days in half a day on the second door. By clean-up time I could still have gone on for hours, and that’s how I knew it was time to try something new. Timber and tools were familiar friends, so it was time to learn a knew skill.<\/p>\n

After dinner the interns in walking distance filtered into our humble abode. When we first realised we were staying here Sam and I, perfect stranger, hi-fived one another, it was nice. An experiment in a double storey city dwelling it had radiant slab heating, a double height courtyard and most importantly running water which we were told people in “the Pods” lacked. Ground floor and first both had a bedroom\/kitchen and after some tossing of furniture between the levels a little table each. The four of us had leisurely lunches together being only a minute from site and we could here Jason strumming his guitar upstairs most night.<\/p>\n

Most importantly there is a double height cistern system that was running low after a dry spell. Important because when a water delivery truck showed up they weren’t familiar with the system. Water began spilling across our kitchen floor and it was then with mop in hand that I got my first and perhaps only encounter with the great man of mystery Michel Reynolds. His first words to me were something like “we F@#$ed up”, then they did some tinkering and the tide receded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n


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\nNow packed with interns and instruments, the place hummed with random chords. Bris tried to teach us the Saw, but I could never quite get that sweet spot on the S curve. People were shy, but some nice melodies kept floating to the surface, fell to pieces in disharmony then rose up anew. I was beginning to like this place and these people a lot, and was almost missing them already knowing we’d only have a few weeks together.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n


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