I think the violinist would have gotten a lot more notice in Nashville. More people would have stopped to listen. Maybe because buskers aren't common there. Maybe because in Nashville, it's all about the music, even if you aren't in it. Maybe because they aren't usually in such a rush. Or maybe it's been too long since I lived in Nashville. But yeah - a different place, a different time, I think there would have been a very different outcome.
I liked how Bell said he reacted to it. He was nervous! He's not used to being ignored when he plays, and there he started being grateful for everyone who even glanced at him. He had a great attitude about it.
I think I'd be interested in seeing what would happen if they tried something like that on the platform at Metro Center. Metro Center exists almost entirely as a transfer point between the Red line and the Blue/Orange lines -- I've pretty rarely seen anyone actually leaving the station. Once you've got a bunch of people that have to be in the general area until the next train comes, see if they react any differently than people who have already left the Metro and are almost at work. I'd bet that a lot of people who hurried past when they had somewhere to go would stand around and watch when they had the time.
(I've seen various musicians on the Metro Center platform before, and generally, there will be a small crowd gathered around watching and applauding after each song, and a bunch more people who are standing a fair distance away with their backs to them.)
Pokes thread.
Hello folks. Mind if I flop in a corner?
:throws out some cushions, whips up some drinks::
I'd whip the drinks, but I'm much more likely to tie them up.
please to come take the peeps, jellybeans, and salted cashew nuts out of my house. Easter's left me with a pile of Bad Things To Eat, a DH who tries to hide it on the high shelf that I can only see the underside of (but I do own a stepladder), and a toddler who asks for 'happy beans!' first thing in the morning. There is (oops, was) a bag of starburst jelly beans on my desk - bad thing. very bad.
Ooh, the starburst jelly beans are GOOD! However, I have already taken half of my GINORMOUS easter basket goodies to work (and see that inroads were made on them while I was gone, so I'm glad). Of course, I also then bought fudge while in the airport, so...yeah. But tonight, I"m being good, and since I was not hungry, all I ate was some yogurt (I figure skipping dinner entirely, no matter how late/how much I ate for lunch, is not good).
Also, "happy beans" is adorable, Sox.
Daisy, the bag of sand cracked me up. Did he seriously FORGET he'd had a big bag of sand, and then think you magically made it appear? OMG.
Sox-baby (Iris) has not slept past 6 am (and usually not past 5) since she was born.
This and the middle-of-the-night sleep dep are the reasons I'm not sure I should ever have children. I do NOT do well on no sleep. It's one of the reasons I discarded "doctor" as a career path--I figured I'd never make it through intern/residency.
if there's a chance I could talk a pal into a buffy night in the lounge/movie viewing area of his restaurant, is there interest?
Sure! Where is it? There's a Buffy musical showing at teh Avalon in NW DC this summer at some point...
Raq is a DCista NEXT MONTH! WHoot!
if I'm in a rush on my way to work, I probably wouldn't notice a busker, either. They're kind of common, no?
Actually, not in DC. They're currently forbidden from playing in the metro stations (he was technically outside the station. apparently the metro board is testing having approved people do it on occasion, butm ostly, no. There's a "live online" chat at the WaPo with more info). That said, I'd probably be someone who listened to it on the way up the escalator, went "gosh, that's nice, and he sounds like he's pretty darn good!" and went on my merry way--I'm not one to stop adn listen and throw money, I admit. But then, I'd much rather *play* classical music than listen to it.
I'd whip the drinks, but I'm much more likely to tie them up.
You say that like it is a bad thing.
Don't make me get a paddle.