Words, Images and Music

When I got to the 34th street subway station I heard a voice saying “Saw Lady”. I looked around and saw two ladies talking but it didn’t look like it was them calling my name. I kept walking and I heard the voice again. I looked around. From a dark corner a homeless man with…

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The Israeli Connection

When I arrived at the Music Under New York busking spot at the 34th street subway station, an Andean pan-flute player has been playing there for two hours. Tomorrow he has a booth at a street fair where he sells Andean clothings. He is worried that it might rain and the street fair will be…

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Aching Soul

At the Music Under New York busking spot at the 34th street subway station an Andean flute player was playing. He has been there since 10am. He only plays in the subway on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The rest of the days he sells Ecuadorian stuff, like bracelets, sweaters, etc., at street fairs. He has…

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We Have to Check Our Stocks

On the train on my way to my busking spot, the guy with freckles who sings on the trains with the a-capella group of the guy who walks with a cane said ‘hi’ to me. He is on his way to meet the other singers at their usual get-together place at the 57th street subway…

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It’s a Bird

It was raining as I made my way to playing in the subway today. At the Music Under New York spot at the Union Square subway station Louis and a friend were playing Andean music. They were there since 8am. It was almost noon, and they said, as they gave the spot over to me,…

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