Imagine you're standing at one of the highest points in San Francisco, overlooking the entire city as the sun sets to a golden orange hue. The breeze is light, the air is thick, and the warmth of the sun still dances off of your skin. There is a piano, sitting by itself, perched atop a grassy knoll, waiting for someone to play. The following day you return only to find the piano is missing, but a new one is on it's way. A dozen onlookers help push the new piano up the hill, and place it back into it's newly vacant position. The crowd gathers, the sun begins to set again. And the great renegade piano recital begins to unfold.
