Friday, 3 May 2013

Street Talk: Tamas The Hungarian Accordionist.

I'm in in Sydney tonight which is weird but everything's weird so may as well just go along with it.

Dave and I drove off the mountain to go spend some time together just us two. He is so cool to do Street Talk with .. he wants to talk to everybody, while I walk around in hand-wringing embarrassment.

About an hour ago we were walking in Circular Quay and heard an accordion and said man, wouldn't it be cool if that was an actual accordionist.

It was an actual accordionist.

Tamas was playing the same tune, over and over again. When I asked him his name, he just looked at me and laughed and laughed, eventually saying "Tamas." Not sure if Tamas really is his name or not but we'll just go along with that too I guess.

"What is that tune you're playing? It sounds familiar."

Tamas said it was from the Godfather and Dave and I both said YES. Pretty sure Godfather 2 is one of the few sequels better than the original.

Tamas had a well-worn cap perched on his head with brightly coloured letters spelling out SYDNEY. His fingers were a bit grubby. He doesn't earn much, these days. He doesn't miss Hungary and moved to Australia when he was 22 years old. Never married, no children. Just him, his worn cap, a small puppy and a spectacular accordion.


Friday Street Talk is an unfolding art project. I'm so grateful and blown away that people say yes to talking with me, trusting me with some snippets of who they are. THANK YOU to my sister Linda for getting the last three up here, while I was away.

Previous Street talks:

1. Noelene the Young
2. Megan the Mouse
3. Harpal the Australian
4. Darren the Artist
5. Jo the Interesting
6. John the Telstra Guy
7. Michael the Photographer
8. Peg the Lady
9. Jeff the Preacher Man
10. Andres the Cobbler
11. Honey the Prostitute
12. Mark the Masseur
13. You the Blog Reader
14. Jo the Podiatrist
15. Casey the Uni Student
16. Dream the Horse and Carriage Driver

(Am quite overwhelmed with the response to my last post. How did we all get here together? What happened for us all to meet? The words "thank you" doesn't even cover how I feel about your love and support for me and my family. But thank you, hugely, anyway. xxx)

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