Posts Tagged ‘saw’
Redeeming a Saw Memory
When I was busking at 14th street subway station a man told me he had a defining memory of saws from when he was 5 years old, growing up in Porto Rico. His uncle was a handsaw maker. One day the uncle’s horse kicked his son and injured him badly. The uncle was so mad…
Read MoreThe Dogs are Great, It’s the People That are Difficult
While busking in the subway, on the platform of the 6 train: Guy: “I saw you before, at the 14th street subway station”. Saw Lady: “That’s my favorite busking spot”. Guy: “You seem to always enjoy what you do”. Saw Lady: “I’m very lucky to be able to do what I love and to share…
Read MoreLost Child on the Train
When I got to the Music Under New York busking spot at the Union Square subway station, Juan Castillo was playing pan-flute there. He told me that he had only been playing for two hours, since he had a hard time getting up this morning. He has been working around the clock for two days…
Read MoreMaybe Once in Every Two Centuries
At the Union Square subway station I took the elevator up from the platform with a lady who erroneously thought she was heading towards the ‘L’ train platform. I pointed her in the right direction. As I started to play, Albert, the messenger guy, came by to tell me that he has a delivery to…
Read MoreSaws in the Subway
While on the train, traveling to where I am going to play in the subway today, the train stopped at the Lexington subway station. Through the open door I saw Frank playing the guitar on the platform. I called out to him and he waved back. He asked if I was going to play at…
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