This is what happened to the last person who tried to photograph us without giving a donation
Raices Group was at the spot when I got there. Each time I see them they are wearing different matching ponchos. Edgar, the leader of the group, said it’s because this way he gives the audience respect, giving them something different to look at each time, and it also shows that the group is professional.
Edgar is so nice, and when he has moments when he doesn’t play he dances and looks really cool.
‘Crow’, another member of the group explained to me about shrunken heads. We were talking about how annoying it is when people take our pictures/videos when we play in the subway, and then just walk away, not giving us a donation. Crow said when that happens he takes out this shrunken head and shows it to the photographer, saying ‘this is what happened to the last person who tried to photograph us without giving a donation’.
He explained to me the tradition in Equador of this tribe who even the mighty Inka worrieors were afraid of. This tribe used to decapitate their enemies, shrink their heads and put them on display to worn off the enemies.
A crazy guy walked by, flailing his arms.
The singer with a cane was looking for his buddies. They were supposed to meet at the mezanine.
Two police officers escorted the crazy guy out of the station.
When they returned, one of them asked me how I was doing. We joked about how cold hte weather got today. Some police officers are so nice.
The girl with the doll face who works the trains as a singer (used to be a thief, but now she goes to church) came to say ‘hi’. I was just thinking I hadn’t seen here in a long time. She is working towards taking college entry exams. She told me about a couple she often sees on the train – an anorexic looking woman who doesn’t let her husband tip my friend, and her husband who tips her whenever his wife is not arround, and very generously, too.
‘Doll face’ told me that earlier today she saw a guy at the station, and she recognized him from a ‘Missing PErson’ poster. So, she allerted the police. She discribed the guy to me, and – it was the crazy guy the police escorted out a while before!
The singer with the cane walked by – his friends who were supposed to sing with him today didn’t show up – they went home because it is too cold.
Gray Wolf’s father-in-law (‘Dad’) came to say ‘hi’. He was playing his keyboard in the corridor by Grand Central (it’s warmer there. Times Square is one of the coldest spots in town) but a group of dancers threw him out. They are so mean.
‘Dad’ told me the electricity outlet by our spot doesn’t work any more (since the guy who plays drums+guitar+sings plugged something in there and it blew it out). He told me about a secret electricity outlet on the uptown platform, up on one of the pilars, behind a silver color plaque that swings open to reveal the outlet.
It was much colder today then I expected. I wanted to leave but people were waiting to hear me play. So I stayed for them only, playing through the bitter cold (my feet and hands were numb from the cold). The blade was too cold and it was really difficult to get it to vibrate.
A lady who bought my CD told me she has my cassette! That was so many years ago that I was selling cassettes – maybe 10 years ago! So cool that people care to keep my music. This lady totally made my day. It was worth it dealing with the cold just to get to meet her.