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My ride home from work on the subway on June 10, 2009, recorded on my phone.
This guy is one of my favorite subway musicians. One night last year, I got on a crowded F train. It was winter and I was living in a warehouse. The days were blending together. I was getting up, going to work. Leaving work, going home and sitting in that dim, creaky place. I was lonely. The city was dark, frozen over and cavernous. One stop after the one where I got on in midtown, this guy got on. Instead of sticking to one of his usual standards, he really began playing his heart out. He played almost all the way back to Brooklyn. I remember watching other people on the train taking deep breaths as the notes began to soar. When he was done, the entire car broke into applause. He cleaned up that night and he reminded me that this city can still sneak up on me and be exactly what I’m looking for.
My ride home from work on the subway on June 10, 2009, recorded on my phone.
This guy is one of my favorite subway musicians. One night last year, I got on a crowded F train. It was winter and I was living in a warehouse. The days were blending together. I was getting up, going to work. Leaving work, going home and sitting in that dim, creaky place. I was lonely. The city was dark, frozen over and cavernous. One stop after the one where I got on in midtown, this guy got on. Instead of sticking to one of his usual standards, he really began playing his heart out. He played almost all the way back to Brooklyn. I remember watching other people on the train taking deep breaths as the notes began to soar. When he was done, the entire car broke into applause. He cleaned up that night and he reminded me that this city can still sneak up on me and be exactly what I’m looking for.
