As I was walking home today, I was beginning to step across a street when I heard someone playing the violin. It caught my attention even amongst the cop’s siren and a loud lunch-rush jamming the parking lot.
I was leaving my house later that day and was greeted, when stepping outside of the door, by the same violinist I had heard trolling the streets earlier. She was across the street, carrying on without regard for her audience. I was struck by the way this simple gesture completely changed the character of the street and the neighborhood around the lone violinist. It was a melody that fit perfectly into the breezy, cloudy, Oregon atmosphere of February, reminding me of the blooming crocus I’ve noticed along the sidewalk each morning. The wonderful thing about this whole scene was the backdrop. There was a 15′ tall, 100′ long gray wall punctuated with street trees, and she walked along a sidewalk that undulated with the bulk of the tree roots pushing up beneath it.
We’re all conditioned to think so linearly about improving urban environments : there are lots of buildings in cities, so the solution must be in the form of a building (or in the form of no building), we think. But that mentality will just lead to a state of constant building and development, rebuilding and redevelopment, when in fact a more simple alternative may exist.
Our built environment is calling for musical accompaniment.
One caveat though: in my mind, accompaniment means live music (no loudspeakers, thank you).