well, the last time i saw him was that fateful night that i told him his music makes me happy. i'm not gonna lie. i still hold out hope to hear him again. but i'm pretty sure he's gone for good. who knows where he's ended up. but now, it's just filled with people and hotness. and i mean hot temperature wise, not good looking people. sometimes, someone is playing a guitar. but it's lame. and sometimes there's a man playing an accordian. eh.
but the other day on the train, there was a fantastic violin player. fantastic. i've become quite attuned to street musicians these days. i just want to empty my pockets to them. well, the good ones. not the guys with the traveling kareoke machine or who play the accordian to tacky music in the background.
i have begun to see that they are so underrated, these musicians. my friend had mentioned to me a study done about what makes music and art so valued? is the context so important?
here's a really interesting story: CLICK HERE TO READ IT. It's about Joshua Bell, a world renowned violinist whose shows sell out and tickets cost over hundred dollars. He played in a DC metro stop, playing some of the most difficult pieces ever played, and barely anyone acknowledged him. wowwww.
it makes me slow down a bit. appreciate what i'm hearing. often, i opt for life without the ipod soundtrack. i have to stop and listen to what's going on around me.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
-- from "Leisure," by W.H. Davies
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