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You know, If I wanted to hear some wackass bitch sing folk songs in the subway I would've stayed in assville and heard it in its natural environs. I do remember hearing, the first time I was here, the typical guy with a guitar sing this slow dirge in a deep baritone and it was late at night and the station was empty so the low tones reveberated the perfect sense of lonliness and loss, which I believe I felt very strongly at that time having almost conceded to the idea that I had no choice but to leave. the tune ended he took a dramatic pause to let the echos fade and silence return then sang your typical folk song in a new voice in a new register, no way it could have been the same guy, the train mercifully came not too far into it 'cause the mood had dissapated. The favorite so far, An old poll in the pollish section of brooklyn playing mournful and upbeat polkas and waltzes on the accordian. His phrasing on the slow, minor key tune was pure blues. A chinese guy playing chromatic harmonica to a minidisc recorder of chinese karaoke tunes ia next, and as I was getting on the train I saw the chinese pipa/flamenco player documented in the first of such reports approach to outduel the little squirrel. an exellent a capppella doo wop group. andthe weirdest: a new agy woman playing new agey music (also to camped minidisc karaoke) on the saw, a huge acutal saw she bent to perfect intonation these pretty little melodoes that reflected her pretty little smile in absolute bliss. In the you!
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