I used to wish that I held some sort of superior talent, anything really. Although I was given piano lessons as a child, I was not and currently am not particularly good at it, I can’t sing, dance, draw or sew. I always find that I am envious of people who have that niche in which they can shine. However, I have recently realized, that I do indeed actually have a talent.
I am a master procrastinator.
I have long lists of things to do, and instead of doing them… I will instead go buy a fancy notebook in which I can accumulate all the important life tasks I need to have done (seriously, who can deny the allure of really cool looking stationary). I also have a list of books I need to read, that probably started somewhere in 2007, for which I’m averaging at a rate of maybe two books every five years.
The upside to being a master procrastinator, though, is that I never know when I will uncover something meaningful or interesting. For example, instead of doing some review work so that I don’t need to cram it right before my next 12 hour shift, I decided to upload pictures off my old phone and computer. I mean, really, how long can uploading over 2500 pictures and videos take? But I found a picture, and thus the memory associated with it.
One night, while meandering the streets of toronto, I came across a gifted piano player. What caught me most, was not just the music (although that is what caught me first), but was the dissonance of the entire scenario. At the time he was playing classical music, which eventually was transitioned with extreme fluidity to jazz, on an electric keyboard (which I had snobbily always thought wasn’t capable of good music) connected to a worn speaker with some other contraption balanced with great innovation on a shopping basket. His clothes were not torn, but obviously worn and his glasses taped together. As he played, he was both concentrated yet he smiled with pure enjoyment. And to be honest, he played so beautifully, I couldn’t help but stop to tell him. I only had a twenty, no change – so I decided to compliment him instead.
I felt bad for not giving him that twenty, I mean it would have been worth it. He played well enough that I had felt compelled to let him know what a great job he was doing. I had considered it, but true to all starved students, I thought about all the other things that I could buy: coffee, lunch, or maybe if I was lucky a shirt on sale. I thought about the fact that maybe he would use the money towards something like alcohol or drugs, which would not have been something that I’d like to support. Anyways, I realized later, that despite whatever he would use it for; maybe receiving more than spare change for his efforts could make his day.
A few weeks later, I crossed paths with him again. This time he had drawn a bit more of a crowd and once again I found I was changeless with just one twenty. Although initially shy because of the audience, I finally took the chance to speak to him. I discovered he studied music at the Royal Conservatory of Music, and teaches music on the side; but to make ends meet he sometimes plays music on the corner of Bloor and Walmer. I noticed a glass bottle sticking out of his bag, and he admitted that he would play better without a drinking problem. I told him I highly doubted it, and remembering the last time, handed over my twenty.
You never know the people you’ll meet. Sometimes, it just means taking a bit of time to notice.
*Unfortunately photography is also not one of my talents, and my phone sucks.. sorry. But the next time you go grocery shopping, try the Dominion at Bloor and Walmer – and if you’re lucky you’ll be graced with some musical bliss.