I had two quite different experiences with musicians
underground this past Saturday afternoon.
Early in the afternoon, at the Columbus Circle
subway station, a drummer played so loudly that it felt like noise pollution to
me. Though I was trying to transfer to another train, the assault on my ears
was so insistent and protracted that I fled the station.
But later in the afternoon, at a different station,
not far away, I was lucky to hear the ladies from Flute Swept. You can see
them, in this photo I took at the time, but I wish you could have heard them. I hate to use the words “smooth”
or “sweet,” but their music sure went a long time from removing much of the
bile from my spirit that had been building up all week.
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