Arne Schmitt travels the world to make music. He might not be the first musician to play the downtown pedestrian zones of many famous cities but he surely doesn’t have that much competition in the piano department.
When the city of Frankfurt denied him a street musician’s license (which it grants to hundreds of other performers every year) because of his instrument, he had to improvise… and took advantage of Germany’s liberal demonstration laws, turning his music into a protest against instrumental discrimination.
That’s a pretty inspired approach. On the other hand I found this picture in my archives:
… so maybe this isn’t “instrument discrimination” as much as the usual ass-draggy Frankfurt bureaucratic nightmare apparatus.
I wrote a thing about Google and the “they’re secretly tracking me” FUD that is circulating the Internet. While I am not completely unfazed by the possible implications of having all my life’s information in one place, I try to show that there is a quid pro quo and that all personalized data that winds up on Google is there consensually.
A warm easterly wind blew music and laughter my way, the sound of the water splashing against the boats was hypnotic, and the lights of the cable car in the distance flickered as the wind swayed the gondolas. The great thing about vacations is that they have an end. Not that I wanted to leave, but knowing this would be my last night at the lake made it so much more important to stay in the moment, take it all in, enjoy as much and as well as I could.
Walking back from sitting at the shore for a while I was intercepted by my hotel’s receptionist who invited me to join her and her friends for one last beer. It would be much, much, later before I finally fell into my bed, secure in the knowledge that I had taken in everything I could.