This reminds me of my sitting in an area on a street that housed a large chess table. It was 2AM, Barcelona, near the phallic building and toward the ocean. I improvised my iPhone piano solos through a small BOSE speaker that I bought in the Apple store there. Women were walking home from a party. A man riding by on a bike stopped to listen. It was nothing like your Barrios or Lobos, but it was all me. I was just learning to play. There was poverty in the form of an entire block near the hotel Tulip and the Mercedes service station, where people lived in make-shift houses in the dirt and no running water. I was too far away, I suspect for the speaker to carry the music. I too would be deluded if I thought it made their lives easier. In fact, I think the guy on the bike was contemplating whether or not to take my speaker.