It looks like Edgar’s Closet had some competition for the “World’s Smallest Museum” title with a dead French composer named Erik. Not much bigger than Edgar Allan Poe’s closet, Erik Satie’s teeny tiny one room apartment in Paris was once a museum (it now appears to be closed…or at least by appointment only). The Musée-Placard d’Erik Satie was packed full of stuff in just the way Satie had it when he lived there. He owned two pianos (one kept on top of the other), a hundred umbrellas, an insane number of clothes and various crap that a hoarder might collect. Of course there were a great number of his musical compositions, like “Veritables préludes flasques pour un chien” (Drivelling Preludes for a Dog) “Embryons desséchés” (Desiccated Embryos) and “Trois Morceaux en forme de Poire” (Three Pear-Shaped Pieces). Over the course of his 27 years in residence at a commune outside Paris no one had ever visited his room. After his death, Satie’s friends discovered compositions that were totally unknown or thought to have been lost. For those unfamiliar with his work, Satie was a precursor to minimalism, repetitive music, Dadaism and the Theatre of the Absurd. Well, I find it absurd this place possibly closed because this is one house museum I’d be interested in visiting.
Musée-Placard d’Erik Satie
