It's nice to see that my friend Peter can't separate poetry from the events of daily life. That's how it should be, and how I would like visitors to see this oversized, overcrazy city where everybody pretends to be a singer, or an actor, or a politician. How could an argentine not get caught by a title as Mudcat CAFE , when we have grown up in cafes, discussing about Lenin, women, Chaplin, women, Gardel, women, Perón, etc.etc.!
Rick's CD will now pass from hand to hand, let's see if we open a market (why a market? let's call it an AUDIENCE), and enjoy that wonderful music.
Yours, Andrés Magré