All The Noise

Alcatraz

Amidst the din of Alcatraz’s cacophony, one might assume that the quartet’s relentless chipping and banging would inevitably arouse suspicion. However, they wielded a brilliant ruse. Prison reforms in the early 1960s gifted inmates a coveted music hour, and chaos ensued as instruments filled the air with melodies and discord.

Frank Lee Morris, in a stroke of genius, mastered the accordion, its resonant tones drowning out their covert escapades. Concealed behind their cells, a utility corridor lay unguarded, housing a network of pipes ascending and descending. It was within this labyrinth of noise and pipes that the quartet orchestrated their escape, their secrets hidden in plain earshot amidst the symphony of Alcatraz’s peculiar melodies.