Just ask the man who somehow lugged his 500-lbs grand piano to the popular downtown park where he is currently playing a Brahms Hungarian Dance for a diverse audience of music-lovers, photographers, NYU kids and a few high-brow homeless guys. Some were drawn by sight (a grand piano in the center of a park once famous for its crack and sketchy chess tournaments), others were drawn by the sound.
The first piece I heard the park pianoman play was Chopin’s Nocturne in E-Flat, enough to draw my curious mind to the source.
If I were a better journalist I would write an article about this one, but I’d rather enjoy the music for now.
It’s all yours, New York magazine.