I love stuff like this. We had a guy in my neighborhood who used to play his trumpet around sunset in the summer time in Spielberg Park. It brings a certain peace to the neighborhood.

There’s a great episode of This American Life about a guy in New York who performed Sinatra-covers on his stoop. His neighbors loved it, and the concerts became a great part of the neighborhood fabric. I’m glad there are people like that here, too. It’s why I love walking by Meridian Hill Park on a Sunday afternoon and hearing the drum circle. Keep it up, fiddler!

http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/75/kindness-of-strangers?act=4

That’s great!

I no longer live in Adams Morgan, but I might have to make a strategic visit to the neighborhood some Sunday night.

Sounds like an upbeat version of “The Cellist of Sarajevo,” a book about a guy in war-torn Sarajevo who plays his cello one day for each victim of a bombing. It’s very much a testament to the civilizing power of music. More here:

In a city ravaged by war, a musician plays his cello for twenty-two days at the site of a mortar attack, in memory of the fallen. Among the strangers drawn into the orbit of his music are a young father in search of water for his family, an older man in search of the humanity he once knew, and a young woman, a sniper, who will decide the fate of the cellist and the kind of person she wants to be.

It’s not quite the same thing, but I love the guy in my neighborhood that whistles a tune every evening while walking his dogs. Now that the weather’s nice a hear a lot of piano drifitng out of open windows as well. I love that kind of thing and was thinking I should dust off my flute one of these days.