It all started with the rug. Alex found it on a Nextdoor type of app. We didn’t need a rug, but she wanted to soften up the concrete floor of our unfinished basement and this one appeared to be in good shape and basically free.
She had already hung white fabric walls and a mini-chandelier in the space to try to make it more like a room than a bunch of two by fours and some insulation.
The rug pulled it all together. Its boho-chicness brought to mind an intimate acoustic concert space with a barefoot musician singing amongst flickering candles. We decided then and there to create a music room.
A leather couch someone was giving away, a repurposed neo-classical fireplace mantel, an old upright piano, and we felt like we were channeling the Chateau Marmont in its rock-era heyday.
To cap it all off, we were at a Ballard’s Outlet and they had a bunch of random letters like X and Z that they never sold at the regular store. We spent a good half hour rummaging through these misfit letters.
There was no M, so we turned a W upside down. There were not enough identical sizes, colors, textures or fonts. But we came up with our sign. It read MUSICAVE (yes, with one C, and the E is a funky cheetah print- the most Rock & Roll of all the letters).
We proudly showed off the basement to the first friend who came over. He saw the sign and said “Music Avenue?”
“Sure, that too,” I replied.