At Concorde station, on my way back from having bought my power supply line for my aged computer, I came across a sound (or rather music) that I could hardly fathom: a full fledged concerto, with a complete orchestra, right within the tiny alleyways that led from one train line to another. Although ultimately I was (sadly) mistaken, I could not help but mouth an awe of amazement at the accordionist, whose vivid expressions matched the very music he was conjuring. At times, he stroked the strings of several violins, at others he swept the floor with an armada of cellos. While to my embarrasement I could not place the title of the concerto nor its composer, simply imagine several violin bows moving rapidly back and forth over strings and you'll know what I mean. In any case it certainly did not sound like an accordion, and for a brief crazed moment I thought to myself that if I were the owner of some fancy club or even a hotel I would've gladly set a contract then and there.

Mused at Concorde station, 14:24 on my way to the 1 line.

Written on Tuesday, November 16 at 8:13 PM