A few things went through my mind upon arrival:
1. I found this place on craigslist. People die answering craigslist postings.
2. This 'studio' is on the backside of a meat packing plant. On the other side, I wonder if the sign above the cattle chute says, "greener pastures."
There probably isn't a sign.
3. Is the music I'm hearing from the score to a horror film or the young violin protege in the 'studio?'
Against my better judgement, I decided to proceed. On the other side of the doors was a mother and son sitting on the sofa in the 'foyer.' The son had drum sticks and was still alive - so instantly I felt a bit better. My instructor soon appeared. He's Grizzly Adams' youngest son and plays a mean mandolin.
All's well that ends well...for now.