Im currently staying at the Riviera on the strip. Well, what it lacks in style it makes up for flashing lights... lots of flashing lights and gold-tinted mirrors. Its a dated piece of property- there are little, what would you call them, light up adverts on the walls which clearly havent changed since about 1982- big hair and all.
Downstairs there is the endless appeggios of the c major chord. c-e-g-c-e-g-c-e-g-c, many chromatic scales added with the clinking of the trays the sound of dozens of conversations- its ready-made musique-concrete, and something i cant help but enjoy.
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