THE WHITE ELF OF MELBOURNE
June 17th 2008 06:30
The beauty of big cities is the diversity of buskers.
Here in Melbourne, we are blessed with so many permit and illegal street performers despite the unpredictable weather.
The acoustic Flinders Street station tunnels have hosted numerous live performances by unsigned musicians and the bridges around Southbank have been a stage to so many dancers, living statues and tambourine shakers.
One of my firm 2008 favourites was a man dressed like a chicken flapping and clucking its way throughout the summer months all around Southbank. The 'Chicken Man' or so I called him, could often be found on that free space between the Riverside Quay and Esso buildings, with a drum and beat soundtrack to accompany its squawking.
It made me laugh and cringe at the same time.
The other day, I stumbled upon another interesting entertainer: the White Elf (as I have nicknamed him)
He remains frozen for a few minutes before suddenly moving, playing his flute away, a sombre tune that was very reminiscent of Lord of the Rings.
Eerie.
Here in Melbourne, we are blessed with so many permit and illegal street performers despite the unpredictable weather.
The acoustic Flinders Street station tunnels have hosted numerous live performances by unsigned musicians and the bridges around Southbank have been a stage to so many dancers, living statues and tambourine shakers.
One of my firm 2008 favourites was a man dressed like a chicken flapping and clucking its way throughout the summer months all around Southbank. The 'Chicken Man' or so I called him, could often be found on that free space between the Riverside Quay and Esso buildings, with a drum and beat soundtrack to accompany its squawking.
The other day, I stumbled upon another interesting entertainer: the White Elf (as I have nicknamed him)
He remains frozen for a few minutes before suddenly moving, playing his flute away, a sombre tune that was very reminiscent of Lord of the Rings.
Eerie.
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