Spanish busker

The Guardian newspaper (April 28) illustrated its story on Spanish unemployment with this picture, captioned: 
"Of Spain's 47 million inhabitants, only 17.4 million are in work."

Is the old feller on his accordion supposed to be in work?
Or out of it?
Or just amusing passers-by with a tune before he goes back to work at his local Santander?

I think we should be told.

Here we go...

Taking a break from the Book In Progress to go busking in Monmouth.
So much to remember: Roland amp, lead, reed, and sax, to name the bare essentials.
I forgot the neck strap one time, and boldly played on - it's only a light weight soprano sax. My shoulder pained me for the next six months.
The twenty-five or so songs are lodged somewhere in the back of my brain. They usually spring to mind the moment the back track begins.
On the rare occasion when my musical memory deserts me, I'm glad the street audience hears only some thirty seconds of chaos.
Nervous? Always. Here we go...