performances like this Union Square didgeridoo percussionist, and other completely random acts of public creativity, are quite common in fair weather New York. So many creative expressions occur in such close proximity here that sometimes events defy all probability. Case in point: I was having a random conversation with a Tuba player on the L train the other day, and I asked him if he ever played solo on the subway platform for money. He thought it was a ridiculous idea, claiming the Tuba was a supporting instrument in a larger band. But when the train arrived at the very next stop, we both witnessed a solo tuba player out on the platform playing for money. We looked at each other in complete disbelief. But that’s New York
