Música de Sevilla

Every place has its own particular symphony of sounds. Here in Seville time is punctuated by bells- on the street by the grave gong of church bells, and at the language school by the politely insistent trill of school bells. The latter invariably triggers memories of the "Saved by the Bell" theme song. Then there is the ubiquitous street musician. Today's sidewalk cafe lunch came with a gratis serenade consisting of a delightfully jazzy rearrangement of "Somewhere over the Rainbow." In the evening my housemate Shiro plays Nirvana, Green Day and Extreme (including my favorite 1992-93 bar/bat mitzvah season chestnut, "More than Words"). He also takes requests. Mike, another housemate, plays the piano. With my acapella experience, an impromptu concert is inevitable. Who knows, we might even become a Spanish student version of the Von Trapp family. Music aside, there is the conversational concert of our multilingual, multinational household. We are French, German, Dutch, Swiss, Japanese and American, united by our study of Spanish and enjoyment of red wine. Esta la vida Andaluza!