secret headquarters of the next big breakthrough

A door opens on Bryant Street.

(Actually, it's been open twenty four hours a day for at least a hundred years).

A small corridor leads to the kitchen where a small army of chefs are chopping onions and sausages, stirring pots full of boiling beans, getting ready for what could be a very big day.

Behind a door behind the kitchen, John Lee Hooker is sitting on a small stool in the middle of the room, tuning his guitar, listening to how it sounds on the small Silvertone amp he bought at a pawnshop in Oakland.

Upstairs, behind white curtains, in a large room above the room where John Lee Hooker sits, great minds are at work. The food is for their delectation, as is the music the great bluesman will play for them when they've finished their thinking.

In the room upstairs, behind white curtains, something important is always about to happen. A breatkthrough that will change each and every life lucky enough to come into contact with it, transform the small isolated position now occupied by the individual in a consumer-based society into a place of empowerment and joy that celebrates human singularity and man's innate need for community...

...sometimes it seems like a dream, a piece of language we read in a glossy brochure, an enchantment...but the building exists, the door is open, and great work is being done behind white curtains.