These musicians have been in Times Square subway station the last two times that we have been there and their music is lovely!
They work hard and smart for their money, so today our $1 went to them.
Speaking of the subway. We witnessed several other entertainers this week:
- Coming home from our workshop in the Bronx, we sat across from a 40-ish aged, large black woman who was playing a recording of someone preaching a sermon or delivering a motivational address. Everyone on the subway car could hear it. Wasn’t horrible. She then started doing some preaching herself, if you can call it that. Every third or fourth word was an expletive, a hard one. She preached about cursing her neighbors while elevating herself. She was louder than the recording, spitting a little as she shouted. We only heard one long subway stop’s worth of preaching. We switched cars at the next stop. Sheila insisted.
- Traveling to the office on Thursday, we entered a nearly empty subway car. There is almost always a reason why a subway car is nearly empty. We quickly found out. One passenger–funny how he had the whole row and the row opposite all to himself–was wearing a Sikh-like turban, but I’m pretty sure he wasn’t Sikh. He preached a little to no one and then sang some songs. He kept repeating the phrase, “wind beneath my wings.” I think those were the only words he knew. He wasn’t unpleasant. Likely high on something. We stayed on the subway for him.
- One other day last week, a passenger was having a loud argument with no one. Judging by the volume and tone of her voice, she was extremely angry at this person. She also spat out expletives, again the hard ones, like they were contractions. We didn’t hear the end of her argument because we switched cars (timing has to be right to switch cars; you get off as soon as the doors open and enter the open doors of the adjacent subway car. If you delay, the doors close and you wait for the next train) at the next stop.
As subway entertainment goes, we prefer the musicians from South America. An Asian woman was singing some Taylor Swift songs a couple weeks ago at the Times Square station (probably the busiest station in NYC). She was good too. I actually think they’re both better than the man who sings Beatles songs at Strawberry Fields in Central Park, and he’s not bad.
Another week riding the subway in NYC.