At one point they moved the class of young jamming musicians, from the college to a commercial rehearsal space where they had several rooms, each with a theme. The room we were booked into was called “heaven”. Seven paintings of giant size topless babes (with angel wings naturally). I didn’t notice any of the students seeming to care, three men, three women, but during the first break, I approached the front desk guy and asked if we could switch rooms. He said I should ask my superiors. Later, in email I asked the person in charge. He replied it’s just art, the students should deal with it. My favourite song by Mendelson Joe was called Alien. It was about these situations of who is in power and weighing whether to keep a job in shitty circumstances or not, whether you can afford it. If you can’t fit in you’re like from outer space, in the eyes of who is in charge. The opening verse is about a woman working at Kentucky Fried Chicken who was fired for being late, distracted by viewing a sunset instead of hurrying to sell variety buckets…. She’s an alien.