Play Me, I'm Yours

The Sydney Festival is one of those things that usually happen to other people.
On such occasions, I just nod politely as they rave on about some show or performance I either couldn't afford or be bothered about.

This year, I must admit I'm seriously pissed about not getting Grace Jones tickets. But at least, as meagre compensation, there's a piano right outside the Oxford...
For the Festival, British artist Luke Jerram has planted pianos around town - Play Me, I'm Yours – and the one on Taylor Square was a magnet for backpackers when I arrived:


There was no discernable playing, just novelty value. But then one man in a cropped muscle singlet, who'd been enjoying several beverages at the next table, decided to run out and have a go.
And quite a go it was:




Despite appearances, he clearly knew – and loved – what he was doing, and at this point I cursed the second-hand dance pap that was drowning out his efforts.
Kylie and Madonna. Again.
Have we gone nowhere?
In any case, the piano kept drawing different people for the next couple of hours. It was great to watch:




I just want someone to get stuck into Rhapsody In Blue early Sunday morning...