Street musicians are here too. A couple in their sixties, he plays banjo and they sing together. The guy on acoustic guitar—with an overloud amp. Today I saw someone new.
Drumsticks in hand, he thrashed out an incredible solo. Beyond kinetic, it was pyrotechnic. One explosive drumbeat after another. Eyes closed, he was totally in his personal space; no one else existed. He moved from one stirring piece to another without hesitation or misstep.
He had no drums.
Then I saw “Not annoying you by actually playing a drum” scrawled on cardboard. “Please give.”
I gave $2.
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