When walking around the centre of Melbourne, one continually comes across buskers. Some of them are so awful I am tempted to offer them money on the condition that they promise to stop playing until I am out of earshot.
On the other hand, that does seem a little mean, so I have not done it. But some of the performers (one hesitates to use the word musicians) are truly abominable.
Others, on the other hand, are excellent. A violinist who was playing solo in the undergr…
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