Neither Here Nor There

By Droog

If Music Be The Food Of Love . . .

. . . then Tilburg was seriously loved-up in September. One hundred and three pianos were deposited in various locations in the city and one could simply walk up to one and sit down (as usual, my subjects refuse to co-operate) and play. It was a splendid initiative: it's only a pity I can't play. 8~(

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