Photo by myself, in the subway station at 42nd Street and 6th Avenue.
Yet another (slightly blurry) character entertaining the masses. You gotta love him.
Accordian, cello, violin, guitar, drums, xylophone, banjo, erhu, harmonica, sax, plastic bins. You can fashion just about anything to entertain others.
The greatest thing about musicians in the subway is that they don't mind your taking their photo.
Well, they don't look like they mind. And they can't really escape. I usually leave a tip in the bucket as a thank you, which helps.
In a city where you can be fined for getting out on the wrong side of the cab, panhandling, not picking up your dog poop, jaywalking, not having a license to drive or man your food cart, it's nice to know you can still play music and be paid money for it.
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