"It was one of the most charming and memorable things for me, about those spaces; during the quiet weeks, it was common enough to hear someone playing a clarinet, or a piano, or many other instruments echoing through the empty warehouses as you might mosey round, having a look at the various artwork that littered the place. I remember seeing these chairs fully musical, with all kinds of gypsy, traditional, folk and punk music coming out of them, on a random, grey Tuesday afternoon, with no audience and for no apparent reason. I suppose they were rehearsing however their music was generally flawless. In the image of spinobi fire preformers, these chairs would be just to the right, inside the opening in the warehouse wall. " David Ryan
