I work in North Sydney, which frankly is a place without a lot of..ahem..soul. When people aren't there for work, it's pretty much a ghost town. There's not a lot of interest or culture, just a lot of business and busyness.
So, I was pretty delighted this morning to walk out of the station to find a busker. In North Sydney. Seriously. Certainly makes a nice change from ten people trying to force Priceline pamphlets into your hands, or try and get you to sign up to Fitness First.
He was a young guy with a guitar and harmonica knocking out some Bob Dylan songs, and he was actually really good. He was standing in a busy spot, competing with lots of people, and noisy busses pulling in, but his voice was strong and clear enough to cut through all the hubbub. I stuck around for The Times They Are A'Changin' and All Along The Watchtower, and only left because my bus pulled in. The lyrics were making a lot of sense to me in that time and place, and I was said to leave.
Thanks, busker guy, you made my morning.