Every block or so in downtown Denver, Colorado there is a piano. Each piano is painted differently. One of my favorites has a mountain scene painted on it.
Amid the hubbub of people walking-talking and buses zooming by, you will hear the notes of duets, solos and experimental plinkings from various people who sit at the piano.
The pianos have no wheels and are heavy — not moveable. They have a large roll of plastic to cover them when the afternoon rains come.
It’s quite interesting how the notes can find their way above the surrounding noise. Or is it that some of us are tuned to hear the music more?
What an interactive way to encourage music. Wonder what would happen if you chained a guitar or uke to a bench?