Inspired by xiled's haunted that was donated by the Gallagher
candle-lit music phost, I wanted Group, corporate heir to a
to share about a busker I saw the successful electric fencing
other day. I was passing through company some hundred-ten years
Down-Town Plaza to go to the earlier. There's a fountain of
public library for a standing desk irregular seven-foot-ish shiny
I rather like to use. This is the pipes slowly pouring water onto
plaza outside the council pavers.
buildings. The architecture is
sort-of brutal- angular slabs It's a popular place for buskers.
supporting raised simple gardens There was a weather-beaten
with trees and flowers, with saxaphonist, could've been 50.
wooden benches steel bracketed Bursts of sound were sparse and
into them. Unbrutalistically uncomplicated while carefully
though, the concrete here has been measured, a little bit rugged. You
pebbled with tiny smooth stones could watch the notes forming in
pressed onto its surface the player's vision, starting to
irregularly. The benches are burst forth from the sax with
sheltered, and itinerantly flourishes intuited in as a live
inhabited by tired walkers. The reaction to his own playing.
only council workers you would see
now are the occasional suit Pausing to crack a smile and thank
sneaking an illicit smoke away tiny children shy but excited
from their fancy but non-smoking journeying to bring a dollar to
digs. There's a statue of the put in his case with their parents
colonial captain John F. Hamilton listening in the background.
