I am happily back in NYC restarting my subway gigs today (Staten Island Ferry), you can check out my locations and performances on this site under the heading Gigs. Last night on my way to tech rehearsal for this Friday and Saturday's performance at BAX, I took the train and marveled at the power of people, community and song. With a notepad always at the ready, here's what I jotted down:
Remnants of winter storms
strange ice bumps on sidewalks and streets
old brown snow hardened mounds, no fluff
granite like the city's bedrock
Dogs in sweaters
R Train to Brooklyn
subway performer strums a Mexican folk song
woman next to me hums sweetly
I can hear it, subconscious nostalgia
next stop another performer enters
muffled into the bodies down the car
"Amazing Grace How Sweet The Sound..."
smokey, Billie Holiday voice
wandering closer, spirit full
eyes blind, plastic bucket in one hand
walking cane in the other
"We've Only Just Begun To Live,
White Lace and Promises..."
my heart swells
She asks to no one in particular what stop this is.
Jay Street, next stop Dekalb Avenue
as she passes I say in her direction, beautiful voice
Thank you she replies, then repeated a heartfelt