Here's something you don't see every evening: Two Mexicans tossing off a flurry of notes on two synthesizers in a near-perfect hocket, then playing keyboard notes with one hand and xylophone notes with the other, moving entirely from the piano to the xylophone with mallets in both hands, then playing on the sides of the xylophone so the melody disappeared and only rhythm and timbre remained, and then both performers moving their mallets from the sides of the xylophone to the sound-reflecting panels (which appeared to be wooden), continuing playing on the panels moving to the edge of the panels, until the musicians traveled behind the panels, leaving only the clacking of the mallets from behind the stage.

Here's the icing on that visual cake: A pair of hookers wandered over from the adjacent MacDonald's, and watched most of that piece from the other side of the fence to the end, and seemed completely enchanted by it.

Here's the cherry on top: After the piece ended (Ernesto Martinez loudly yelled from behind the stage "The piece is over!"), the ladies of the evening walked away loudly clacking their heels on the pavement in imitation of the mallets on wood, laughing together as they receded towards their work place.

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