I can both picture the scene and infer the antagonisms. Quite possibly
wrongly, in both cases. But it's quite imaginable that certain sorts
might take exception to Dave and his cohorts minding - let alone
conducting - their own business in a corner of the bar at the Phoenix
Arts. (For one thing, it's too small a bar to really have all that
much in the way of corners).
There are some people in the arts world whom one might reasonably
suspect of lacking, essentially, any sort of a clue about where art
*comes* from - to them it's a commodity to be curated, accumulated,
dollied up and touted for approval. They talk a good deal about
"creativity", the mystical origin of the cultural riches that pass
through their hands; but heaven forbid that anyone might have temerity
to actually *do* it who isn't - or doesn't habitually disguise
themselves as - a curator, speculator, cosmetician, tout or other
species of...*ahem*...facilitator.
Dominic
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