Don't Shoot Me, I'm Only the Piano Player

On my first full day I decided to explore the area around my home. I walked uphill for about 10 minutes and found myself at the enormous Strahov Stadium. This massive concrete edifice was built and renovated from the 1930s to the 1970s. It is the largest stadium in the world, according to that Internet source of absolute truth, Wikipedia. It has a capacity of 220,000, and has been used at various times for massive displays of synchronized gymnastics, performances celebrating the glories of the socialist state, motor racing, and rock concerts.

As I gawked at the stadium and enjoyed the views of Prague from this high ground, I noticed a piano sitting in the middle of an open plaza outside the stadium. A group of men milled around nearby, seemingly waiting for something to happen. Was there a concert today? Not likely on a weekday morning.

After exploring the area a bit more I came back to the site of the piano on fire. Yes, on fire. Wait, there was someone playing the piano while the piano's insides burned. Then a car appeared and drove in tight circles around the piano and it's undoubtedly warm player. Two men were hanging out of the car windows, one spraying fog at the car, while the other took video or photos. Ohhhh, a music video, or promotional stills. That explained why the piano didn't make any noise.