Hail to the Busker
Apparently, once a year 200 musicians compete for 75 licenses to play in the subway. A bad audition means the end of a livelihood for some.
Now, I have been to more than one club where the music is awful, have bought more than one CD that I wanted to return, but I have rarely had a problem with the subways cultural cornucopia of auditory accompaniment to my day. Like so many other creative pursuits, talented people are playing in the subway for spare change, (or for those without a license, finding other means). Sometimes the highest quality is where you’d least expect it, right under your nose.