Cruise ship lounge. Suppertime. Sunburned tourists gulp pork chops and shrimps. Little kids cry & scream, adults just scream. Too much wine. Queues everywhere.
In the back corner lurks a two man band. They’re playing the most extreme middle of the road stuff. Easy listening, elevator bossa nova. Nobody notices them and their light blue toxidos.
CABLE FERRY TO THE FELT TOWN is a kind of a hipster version of that. It’s easygoing but also pretty organic.