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Aug 18 2014

ABC NEWS – NYC Subway Performers -“We’re Being Over-Policed”


Subway acrobats, dancers and musicians on Tuesday decried what they said was heavy-handed policing, gathering outside City Hall to join critics of a police clampdown on minor offenses.

One activist suggested a temporary halt to subway performer arrests, which have spiked this year as officers zeroed in on minor crimes to set a tone of not tolerating lawlessness. But several performers said they just hope to arrange a way to perform without fearing arrest.

“We dance. We sing. We’re not criminals. … We shouldn’t really get locked up for showing our talent,” said Zenon “Tito” Laguerre, a 34-year-old construction worker and subway acrobat who said he was arrested last week.

The police department had no immediate response to the performers’ complaints. Mayor Bill de Blasio said last month that subway stunts may not seem like big offenses, “but breaking the law is breaking the law.”

Transit rules generally allow performing for tips in parts of subway stations, but not in trains unless artists have permits. They can use amplifiers only under certain conditions.

More than 240 subway performers have been arrested so far this year, about four times as many as during the same period last year, according to police statistics.

Some subway riders see the performers as part of the city’s anything-goes artistic environment. But others roll their eyes at hearing “it’s showtime!” on hectic commutes. Police also say subway dancing can be dangerous, though no injuries have been reported.

The rise in arrests dovetails with Police Commissioner William Bratton’s embrace of the “broken windows” theory of policing, which holds that putting up with small-time law-breaking can foster more dangerous crime. The approach has come under scrutiny since an officer used a chokehold last month in confronting a man suspected of selling untaxed cigarettes; he died after gasping “I can’t breathe!”

Bratton noted Tuesday on WNYC-FM’s “The Brian Lehrer Show” that most major crime has dropped in the city this year — although shootings have risen — and that smaller, quality-of-life offenses are offenses nonetheless.

“If people would obey the law, then they would not draw the attention of the police,” he said.

Some subway performers who comply with the rules still get arrested or told to leave, said Matthew Christian, a violinist who spearheads an advocacy group called BuskNY. Other subway performers acknowledge they’ve broken the rules but say police should focus on crime, not on what the buskers see as entertainment and entrepreneurship.

“This is New York City culture,” says Andrew “Goofy” Saunders, a 20-year-old acrobat who has stopped performing on trains amid the crackdown. “It shouldn’t be pushed away. It should be embraced.”


Associated Press writer Tom Hays contributed to this report.


Aug 11 2014

Tomorrow !


Aug 06 2014


Two Trains Taken Out of Service as Bedbug Infestation Hits NYC Subway


“If you’re a regular commuter or tourist (OR BUSKER – my addition) in New York City, here’s some exciting news: Earlier this week, MTA officials discovered that three N trains were infested with bedbugs.

The New York Daily News reports that two of the trains were taken out of service while a third was sent for fumigation.

“When we found them, we exterminated them,” Metropolitan Transportation Authority spokesman Adam Lisberg told the Daily News. At least some of the bugs were found in the cabs used by the trains’ motorman and conductors; it’s not clear if any were discovered in the passenger area.”


Aug 02 2014

Things that make a busker go ‘hmmm…’

As a busker, I never quite know what people are thinking, if there’s a subtext goin’ on when they say they love my voice & singing & then follow it with “I’m going to pray for you” 



Jul 20 2014

Interviewed for Alternet Magazine on saving Busking & non-sanctioned art here in NYC & beyond

I was interviewed by Nicholas Walesa for a piece recently picked up bywww.Alternet.org re the importance fighting for & saving ‘unsanctioned’ art, including busking here in NYC 




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Street Artist: NYPD Subway Crackdown Is Killing Livelihoods, Creativity

A busker says that the police clampdown on subway performers “does not bode well for anyone in New York City.”

NEW YORK CITY – AUG 29: Music Under New York African hand-drummers perform in Penn Station, NYC on Aug. 29, 2012. MUNY has been presenting music to commuters of NYC public transit since 1985.
Photo Credit: littleny/Shutterstock

The NYPD has made a big show of sanitizing the subway system so far in 2014, removing panhandlers, peddlers, the homeless and artists, writing tickets and making arrests. So far this year, panhandling arrests are up 260%, and arrests for dancing in train cars have also spiked: 240 arrests so far compared with fewer than 40 in the first half of 2013. The arrests are “classic Bratton,” according to Eugene O’Donnell of John Jay College of Criminal Justice, referring to NYPD Commissioner Bill Bratton’s fetishizing of broken windows-style policing and his unique affinity for New York’s transit system. According to Bratton, by targeting low-level crime, the NYPD is preventing more serious situations from developing. The theory is wildly held, but remains unsupported by any substantive research. Despite the arrests,Mayor Bill de Blasio says no crackdown exists, but has indicated his support for “broken windows” nonetheless. For its part, the NYPD acknowledges that dancing on the subway cars is not a major issue for New Yorkers, and that no injuries have been reported as a result of the performers.

“Is it a significant crime? Certainly not,” Bratton said recently. But “Does it have the potential both for creating a level of fear as well as a level of risk?”

Early-on in his first turn with the NYPD, Bratton rejected notions of “community policing,” disparaged it as “social work,” leading even Ray Kelly to take umbrage at the zero-tolerance approach. “You can probably shut down just about all crime if you are willing to burn down the village to save it,” Kelly told Time Magazine in 1996.

So what exactly is going on, and what are the long-term implications of spending a tremendous amount of city resources policing an issue no one but the NYPD has raised as a problem?

We spoke to Heidi Kole, who has spent the last ten years performing music underground, about what she has seen in the Bratton/de Blasio era. The interview has been edited for clarity.

Tell me about getting started as a busker.

The first time I sang underground it was in the dead of winter. It was freezing and dark and completely frightening to be honest. I’d performed all over the globe but in those trains I felt completely naked. But once I got up the courage and began to sing that first day underground, something happened on that platform at 59th St. While I was singing, something left me and what remained was this unexpected feeling of abandonment and joy. I had no idea what’d happened that day, but in all my years of performing on stages all over the US and the world, I’d never ever felt quite like I did on that platform that first day underground. It wasn’t until I’d finished writing my book, ‘The Subway Diaries’  four years later, that I realized, what had left me was ego. And once your ego is not in the foreground, ruling your every move and thought, what you’re left with is a feeling of complete and utter bliss. That’s what got me and that’s what’s kept me coming back.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not always easy busking in the New York City Subways. Sometimes you have really bad days. But after you’ve been underground for a while you know for every bad day you have, you’ll stumble on a good one to even it all out. And busking, it’s not for everybody. It’s blistering in the summer, freezing in the winter. It smells, it’s loud. But there’s something magical about what happens down there. It’s the people, and that unspoken dialogue/exchange of energy that happens down there on a daily basis – that’s why I do it.

People connect to the music, to sound. And the kindness we experiences down there as buskers is the kind that often leaves you speechless. For instance, on hot days there are people who I don’t even know who will just on their own accord bring me bottled water, placing the bottles, without a word, into my case. Total strangers will ask ‘Where have you been? You been ok? We’ve missed you!’ I’ve had girls, arms filled with shopping bags, give me things they’ve just bought, because they loved the music and wanted to show their appreciation but didn’t have any cash. From the smiles to the nods, from the donations to the dancing, the kindness flows freely under New York.

Buskers are curious souls. We’re like urban anthropologists. We see everything. We feel the moods of the city, the country and often the planet very intensely. We notice it all. We have to so we know how to connect day in and day out to those around us without words. There are days down there that I feel like I’m a Red Cross worker in a vibrational disaster zone. But I still keep trying to reach out & break through that wall. Every day we want to make it work, to connect with the hundreds who pass by and hear us under New York. And we do. Just some days it takes a little longer than others.

The NYPD has been making a big deal in the media about their crackdown on subway performers. What is really happening underground? Do you notice a difference?

Yes. The ‘Brattonization’ of the subways has been rough on us all. They’ve made it clear that we will be arrested or ticketed for performing in the Subways. It seems clear that the musicians, artists, dancers…etc are all now lumped into the category of those ‘undesirables’ who need to be eliminated from the island of Manhattan. But for what reason? Well, I have my thoughts on that. And yes, I feel the pushback. The Subways are pretty quiet now. There are days when I don’t see any musicians, and this is the height of the tourist season when the trains are usually at their most bustling art-wise. Normally at this time of year the underground would be bursting with music from every corner. But this year, even Times Square, is virtually silent. In the ten years I’ve been performing underground, there’ve always been sweeps, but since Bratton came in, it’s been intense, very long-winded and very aggressive. I get really pained thinking about it because I feel like they are targeting my family. I don’t see anyone anymore, none of my friends when I go down there to sing. I keep thinking back to Nazi Germany where people were just ripped from their communities for having done absolutely nothing but existing. It makes me sad every time I think of my world, what has been my family of buskers all ticketed and/or arrested in such a forceful manner for simply making music, dancing and making people smile. It does not bode well for anyone in New York City when the artists, the spontaneity and creativity – the heartbeat – is ripped from this island.

What are people being arrested or ticketed for?

Oh wow, the list of excuses the NYPD give is lengthy and never ending. They’ll say my guitar case is a safety hazard, that I’m blocking traffic, distracting New Yorkers from being alert to dangers on the platform, or the best one is that whatever spot I’m performing in is a terrorist target – that last excuse is usually whispered by a cop leaning in really close as if he’s sharing some major trade secret.

There’s a big push to ‘sanction’ all art thereby eliminating all spontaneity and freedom. MUNY, (the MTA Music Under New York program) which I am a part of and respect those who run it greatly, is one way to try to ‘sanction’ art under New York and give artists one more ‘buffer’ from the NYPD. But what most people don’t know is that performing under the MUNY banner as well as free lancing on the platforms and/or mezzanines are both legal. The NYPD even has this blue pamphlet,  http://web.mta.info/nyct/rules/rules.htm The MTA Rules and Regulations – that says performing and accepting donations is allowed. I know the rules, no amplification, stay clear of Station Manager’s booths and so on but most times, to be honest, the cops completely ignore the existence of their own rules in lieu of the orders they’ve been given. So my question is, why write them? And why, as buskers do we work to adhere to them if the NYPD is continuing to break their own rules left and right. When approached by a cop or cops I usually ask them, what about the rules? It says in your rules that I’m completely legal in performing here. And normally they respond with: ‘What rules?’ or ‘Oh yeah, we’ve heard about those rules. We don’t care about the rules’ and they then proceed to haul me upstairs, the first question they ask as they pull out their ticket pad being: ‘Are there any warrants out for your arrest?’

Let me say however, I’ve observed that for the most part the cops don’t want to carry out these instructions and they tell me over and over how they hate to ticket and arrest us. There is the rare bird in blue that is “out for blood” but for the most part they know the tickets and arrests are illegal and unfounded and they carry out their orders with hesitation and a whole lot of “caveats” as to why they have to do this. Basically it boils down to them keeping their jobs at our expense and I think I’ll leave it at that.

Do you fight the tickets?

I do. Yes. Because they are illegal. But every time I do I have to take a day or two out of my life to go to court. It’s two days for four to six hours each time. It’s a lot of time and stress and for the New York Taxpayer, a huge waste of your money and manpower in my humble opinion.

This sounds messed up what they’re doing to you all in the Subways

It’s heartbreaking to me. This has been my world. It’s been my family for the entire time I’ve been in New York City. They are disbanding my family, my life, my community. All we do is make music and make people happy. We don’t go down there to beg for money. We go down there to exchange energy, to attempt to change how someone feels for a brief moment, maybe three minutes, maybe fifteen if they hang around for a few tunes. Anyone who is successful down there knows that.

It’s a self-contained world under New York. Many of these guys I only see when I’m underground busking. They don’t have cell phones, don’t have a computer. It’s kind of like a treasure hunt if you want to find someone underground, but when you see them, it’s so magical, it’s like a homecoming and you inevitably have so much to catch up on in between tunes. Now I have no idea where anyone is. Everyone I’ve known for over a decade, everyone I wrote about in my book – they’ve been scattered by Bratton and his army. I feel passionate about doing everything I can to protect this small enclave of artists and this crazy magical world under New York. We, when left to our own devices, on a daily basis turn the grey, dark NYC subways into: a concert hall, a disco, a party, even a wonderland for so many, young and old, who did not expect to be moved while traveling from point A to point B. It’s the very best of the unexpected and what would life be if ….if everything were not…pre-determined, pre-approved.

Why do you think they are targeting the artists under New York? 

We are a really unique community down there underneath New York City. And like many others who have chosen to move more and more of their existence “off grid,” non-participation seems to be the key trigger point in becoming a target. I’ve been down here for ten years, and have watched, during this recession and the last one, as everything above ground was falling apart, we, underground, remained un-phased.

We under New York exist without any laws, no law enforcement, guns, kings, queens, no hierarchy, no one is in charge, no one is at the top or the bottom. There are no rules written down for us to learn or memorize. There is no “training” or “certificate” or test to pass to “be an artist” in the New York City Subways. And despite all the things we don’t do and don’t have that everyone, en masse, appears to have accepted as “givens” of living on planet earth, no one dies, no one gets maimed, no one gets attacked and no one dies. And more than that, it all miraculously just works. There is a “system,” a flow to it all under New York, don’t get me wrong. This flow takes about 1-2 years to learn. It is a pretty intense learning curve, but so is anything worth absorbing in my opinion. And there are really only a few things you learn: how you don’t set up on another performer who is already playing, how to approach a musician to inquire about a spot, where to play and good times to play… etc.  And those few things you absorb as you learn the ropes under New York actually benefit the entire community, all of us. They don’t benefit a ruler, a leader, a head honcho, or a busker with the most money or power  – no, anything, everything you learn under New York allows us all to keep on doing what we all do – make art. You just learn the things that are beneficially useful to all of us, to keep the community functioning. We are a fully functioning working community. We make it work without oversight or participation in “the system” and that right there….that is a huge threat to the status quo. Like home-schoolers, those who raise their own food, collect their own rain water or heal their own illnesses – we don’t contribute to the system of death, destruction and modern day financial slavery. So, yeah, that appears to be a problem and yes we’ve become a target.

What about the subway acrobats? It seems like Bratton has a particular hatred for them.

Bratton’s argument is that this is dangerous. But I’ll remind people here in NY that not one person has ever been maimed or killed by a street performer, at least that I know of, and how many random killings and beatings do the NYPD inflict upon innocent New Yorkers every day?

In London the Police Chief has been quoted as saying that street performing is a “gateway to bigger crimes”, and I don’t know if that’s how Bratton feels, but given his reignited “Broken Windows” campaign, where he’s actively targeting smaller crimes to stop the larger ones from happening, I’d venture to say those two are on exactly the same page where buskers are concerned. They both appear to consider buskers as criminals, and they are both wrong about that. Busking is not a crime.

And with these kids and their dancing, let me be really clear here; Bratton is not saving them from a life of crime – he is pushing them right into it. These kids, the dancers, are smart and bold. They are innovative, creative and well-rehearsed. They have taken initiative and through hours of practice and hard work have created a self-run business for themselves where they’re making good money and they’re their own boss. They make really good money on those trains, I see them counting it after their shifts, which, by the way, is a strong indication that there is actually a need for the entertainment they provide. If there was not, they would not make any money and their efforts would be self-limiting. But the opposite is the case – they are highly successful which can only mean people, on average, enjoy the shows. And trust me, Bratton, you take away the job these guys have created and they will not do an about face and go work at a McDonald’s. You take away their business of dancing, of making art and being their own boss and the only other option they have where they can a) work for themselves and b) make that kind of money is dealing drugs.

Bratton has now basically pushed these kids straight into the drug business. They chose a good road and he’s just, in one go, punished them for it.

You’ve hinted at the sort of larger implications of getting rid of street performers, of sanitizing the city. What exactly is at stake?

When you visit New York, you go to maybe the Statue of Liberty, to the Met, Central Park, but say on the way home you’re tired and dizzy from all the touristy things you’ve just been bombarded with, you’re zoning out on the subway trying to digest all you’ve seen and all you may see the next day and all of a sudden you’re surprised by a group of musicians or dancers who appear in the car or on the platform. You didn’t expect it, it’s not in the guidebook and you end up feeling really special for seeing something you feel instinctively not everyone is going to get to see. You feel as if you’ve gotten an inside look into the “real” New York City. Think about it, if you were a tourist and had that kind of a day, when you call home, what would you be sharing with your family? What would the first words out of your mouth be when the person back home asks ‘What did you see?’ Exactly, you’d rush through the top three spots you saw that you were “supposed” to see and you’d jump to: ‘But omg you wouldn’t believe what happened on the way home in the subways…’

People think of New York as a vibrant place of creativity and spontaneity and Bratton is systematically killing that. The heartbeat of this city is the color and he is now calling that color ‘criminal’. If this is allowed to continue, you are going to end up with a city that’s just a cement version of “Anywhere USA” – a whole lot of Starbucks and corporate owned chain stores. You take away the creativity and spontaneity, all these art forms popping out here, there and everywhere, and New York is just an overpriced, smelly, crowded cement island.

What Bratton is terming ‘criminal’ are the same grass roots, spontaneous outpourings of art that have birthed what many consider mainstream pop culture today. From jazz to hip-hop, from rap to break-dancing and on and on, it all started in the streets and much of it in New York City. That’s what’s being killed here, ingenuity and life from the ground up.

You kill the non-sanctioned art and the venues where people make it and you kill the arteries and veins of this city.

There is a lot of freedom in what I do, when I’m not in court. And the longer I’m down there, under New York, the more absurd it seems what is going on up here above us on the streets. There is rarely a day here in NYC where I don’t walk past a militarized NYPD officer sporting a machine gun slung across his chest. Have you walked past Madison Square Garden recently? The contrast is stark.

What concerns me the most is people think this is a busker, subway musician issue. But it always starts with the artists and yet ultimately continues on to everyone else. If people think this is going to stop with dancers and singers they need to think again. It’s insidious. Many people don’t care right now because it’s not affecting them or their life, but trust me, we are merely the canaries in the mine shaft. People don’t seem to get that yet. And it’s the sleepiness and denial that this has anything to do with them or their rights and freedoms that concerns me.

Finally, as a singer I’d like to express something I’ve observed over the years about sound and especially young people as I’m singing underground. They seem starved for something I’m not sure they even know exists until they hear it, since so many have only heard sound via digitally manufactured MP3s. But when they hear a live human voice they change. They instinctively feel it. I’ve seen groups of teenage boys, normally too cool to show anything in front of their peers, sit up, eyes wide open, mouths agape on their chests stare at me as I’m singing. And once I’m done – I mix up a lot of styles in my music, from soul to blues and often throw in a little bit of opera at the end….there are not a lot of high notes underground – and have finished throwing in a few unexpected crazy high notes, they rub their hands up and down their arms and exclaim: ‘Man, man, woah that made my arms get all prickly…did that get your arms all prickly?’ It’s almost as if they’ve never heard a live human voice singing without being manipulated through a processor before. That to me is borderline frightening.

I think there is a hunger for the unprocessed human voice and sound in general. It’s kind of akin to what we’re experiencing with our food right now. The body deteriorates when you eat only processed genetically modified food and yet within a short time after introducing real, living whole foods back into the diet, the body responds positively at lightning speed with an innate knowing of what it needs to thrive. Sound is like that to me. Real sound has so much more power than we give it credit for. That magic is not killable, but they sure are trying.

This is all far deeper than the mere gentrification of a cement island in my opinion. We are going to have to fight to hang on to what makes us human here on this planet and creativity and free expression of that creativity is a big part of that. Without that, we are no better than a computer, than a machine. This is not just about buskers, this is a huge issue of who and where we see ourselves today and in the future. So many people are so completely unaware of what is going on both to them and around them and they don’t want to hear it. To watch an entire train car of men in suits, playing candy crush – grown men with no expressions on their faces, addicted to watching little colored dots move around a screen – concerns me. If that’s not the seedlings of transhumanism, it sure is inching frighteningly close to it. Still I’ll continue to do my very best to reach out through sound and music and vibration of the two, as long as I’m permitted.

~ Heidi Kole ~

Jun 27 2014

Monthly NYC Metro Card Art #Stop&FriskNYC


Jun 22 2014

People are funny!

My most favourite Subway maintenance worker came up to me today on the platform &, his words clothed in his thick Eastern European accent, said; “You. You were in the paper”

“What?” I said.

“You were in the paper.” He said, pointing at me.”The newspaper you know? The New York Post. I think not more than15 days ago”

“Ummm, I don’t think I was, really…”

“No, you were. I saw. Hold on’s…I be right back. I go upstairs”

“Ok” I said as I went back to my singing. Not more than five minutes passed & he was back, newspaper in hand.

“Here, see, it’s you” he said as he held up & pocked at the crinkled newspaper picture of …..Katy Couric. Omg,who knew Katie busked? It just goes to show, how we see ourselves is SO not how others see us #peoplearefunny

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May 26 2014

Everything is energy, everything

I’ve always known intrinsically that everything is energy, everything has a vibration no matter the variations in speed. But sometimes that fact of physics & ascension hits me broadside in a manner that’s impossible to deny. Today was one of those days.

The whole NYPD thing over the past few month plus the upcoming hearing I have been preparing for daily for weeks now, s finally got to me not only emotionally but physically as well; the stress manifesting itself in crazy, mind numbing headaches, upset stomach, snot sleeping or sleeping too much & weird pains all over. Though I rarely if ever go to a Dr, I finally went – just to rule out everything else  t (even though I knew it was all most likely due to the non stop harassment & how I was attempting to process it on a day to day basis). After a gazillion tests, some chatting about life, and my Dr asking if he could play my guitar which I’d brought with me in the hopes I’d magically find the energy somewhere in the Dr’s office to go busk on the way home,  he looked down at his clipboard and said: “Well we’ll wait and see how all these tests come back  but between you, me & your guitar here I think you actually do have a ‘touch’ of PTSD from all these encounters  with the cops that you’ve been experiencing”  A ‘touch’ of PTSD? I thought to myself…is that like a ‘touch’ of pregnancy’?

Home I went, and in an attempt to hold myself together & try to keep distracted  I forced myself under daily, despite the knot in my stomach and fear it elicited each time I did. But even if I did get to sing, my vibration was not clear, I was 1/2 present & 1/2 keeping an eye out for which officer I might have to deal with next. People noticed. I made no money.

Then two days ago, in the middle of my third tune one of my guitar strings snapped. I started to change it on the platform when the tuning peg also snapped. Not having a spare peg with me I had to abort & spent the next hour & a half digging an oddly jammed peg out of the bridge of the guitar. It appeared almost glued in there. Finally I dislodged it & too the opportunity to re-string my entire ax. I felt so happy & grateful I’d repaired it & that now my dear ax (who I just know ‘feels’ was all re-strung with a shiny new set of strings. I fell asleep looking forward to the next day & hoping both my physical & emotional symptoms would have diminished & that my newly strung guitar & I could find our respective & joint grooves together.

The next day I walked across town to play in a more distant spot, hoping I’d avoid the cops. The walk was long but I felt it was the smartest thing to do & that it would be worth it once I was there & busking. I set up on the East Side & my guitar, my newly strung guitar….she simply would not play! It was insane. I sat there on the bench of the subway platform trying everything I could think of to stop the twanging, the buzzing, the tinny insane noise that was emanating from my normally full sounding ax.

Again, I went home, stumped on what was up & spent the next 2 1/2 hours taking the entire thing apart, bridge, nut, tuning pegs, truss rod etc. All to no avail, she still wouldn’t play.

Then it hit me – she too has a ‘touch of PTSD’ & does not want to go under. She too has been ‘traumatized’ but the multiple cop encounters. I called my friend who is a master guitar tech upstate to see when he could help her & placed my dear guitar in her stand & went to sleep.

That brings me to today, Memorial Day. I decided I’d skip busking, although I was missing it terribly. I just could not see how I was to play with a guitar which was adamantly, staunchly not into it. “sigh’ I accepted an invite to go to the beach,thinking it’d perhaps do me good to do something different &  took the train downtown & was promptly stood up.

There I was, on the Subway platform beach bag, towel, sunblock in tow, not quite knowing what to do or where to turn next. At my back was the downtown train I just hopped off, paralleled but the uptown at the Fulton St Station. I stood there in a mini daze, letting a few trains scream by, finally deciding to head back home in the hopes of figuring something  productive out for the rest of the day once there.

I hopped on the next A” train going uptown & as I looked around for a place to sit & saw a $1 bill just laying there on the seat right in front of me. A sign? Perhaps, but whatever it was or meant, decision made, that’s where I sat as I hosied the seat $ stuffed the dollar bill in my unused beach bag. One stop later a tall, thin, black guy boarded the train with an electric keyboard hanging form his neck & a Christmas red gift bag taped to the side of the instrument. He sat down perpendicular to me & after a few beats I spoke; “Excuse me, how’s it been? Busking – are the cops ok today?

The guy smiled a huge toothy white grin & said “Yeah, they’ve been rough as of late but no problems yet today, thank God”.  He introduced himself as “Keys” & said “Yeah, I’ve seen you around. You play the Uptown A C E right? The platforms?” We continued chatting about art, music, life, moving a soul, being granted a smile or a pat on the heart & the pure magic that is the world of a busker.

Keys hopped off at 14th St as his batteries had died & he need to replace them to keep on working – more technical difficulties 🙂 He turned around back towards the “A” & shouted “Keep doin’ what you’re doin’ Heidi. Don’t ever stop” And the doors closed.

“Ok”, that’s it. Between the lone dollar on the subway seat & meeting / chatting with Keys I’d decided, I was going to try one more time to coax my poor ax back to work.

Once home I spent another hour and a half dismantling over & over my guitar. I asked her what she needed, I listened & coaxed. I tightened this, propped that, replaced that thing over there & once I knew I’d done all I knew how to do I went back under, my still very odd-sounding guitar as a reluctant participant.

I put two capos on the fourth fret in the hopes it would muffle slightly the insane squeaking & buzzing. It kind of, sort of, barely made a difference but I made a ‘deal’ with my ax anyway : “We’re gonna do this, ok?” I conveyed to my stubborn instrument. “We’re gonna be ok & we’re gonna find our groove again. I promise” And I sang.

The platforms were packed. People were happy, sunburned & smiley faced. It was a holiday & the air was oddly relaxed & easy for NYC. The crowd responded with smiles & donations & soon their energy won out over the odd sounds emanating from my guitar. As one bass player said: “Yeah, it doesn’t really bother me, it just sounds like you have a small percussive instrument, like a drum or a symbol playing at the same time”

I sighed but kept on playing, focusing on the happy people. ONe guy threw in a $5 after a song he liked particularly well. Then a few songs later he came back & threw in another $5 after, I guess, was another song he fancied. I looked at the guy at the end of the bench who had watched the repeat donator’s actions & I said : “There are a lot of angels down here” The guy nodded, grinned & I added: “Sometimes they’re good tippers sometimes they’re homeless, but there are always angels in these subways” The guy looked up at me & smiled as he thought about what I’d just shared.

I kept playing. There were tons of kids on the platform being a holiday and all. And I watched as they bugged their parents for something to put into my case & took such pleasure in dropping the donations in. Then I noticed a little boy to my left who was waving his hands wildly in the air up towards me & I realized he wanted to touch the guitar, so I leaned down & held it for him while I watched him run his fingers over her strings. As I watched this tiny person somehow know how to strum a guitar I asked his mom: “How old is he?””He’s two” she responded.”Two – wow. You know your son’s got a gift. You need to get him some kind of instrument, any instrument…” And she chimed in;”Oh he has a karaoke machine” his mom informed me, to which I responded:”Well karaoke is ok but you need to encourage him with an instrument to make his own music, not just sing someone else’s as he has something magical inside & he will share it if you give him a few tools. I promise.” And as we were talking the little boy began to add his wordless singing to the strumming. I was mesmerized. You could tell he just ‘knew’ what to do with a guitar & with music & probably with most any instrument  you put in front of him. I watched him as I held the guitar in front of him to ‘create’ on & asked “What’s his name? “Socrates’ his mom informed me. ‘Fitting’ I thought to myself as his mom quickly leaned over and whispered “Thank you” and they hopped on the train, the little boy’s arms waving wildly towards my ax as the train doors closed.

I continued singing, knowing even if I stopped right there that I’d done s bit of what I love – move energy & been moved right back in the best possible way. Plus, my ax was finally beginning to sound a bit more normal’. Maybe she just needed a little TLC from angels like Socrates 🙂

A few songs more & the E pulled up, the crowd flooded off  & started up the two sets of stairs of the platform.  One guy in a kind of casual business suit thing, stopped, looked back  and stood there for a few seconds while I sang. He then walked back down the stairs, found a seat on the bench closest to me & sat there while I sang. I finished the song, leaned down to pick up my tuner when a hand holding a $20 appeared in my guitar case. I looked up. It was the man, He got it, he really got it, he got what I was saying in the song & was moved. As he dropped the twenty he did that ‘thing’ where an appreciative audience member will touch their heart with their hand & nod a few times in recognition. Then he went back to what he had begun 3 minutes prior, ascending the stairs out of the trains.

By now I did not even notice my guitar’s ‘twang’s’. In fact, for the most part, they had disappeared, along with the headache & the tummy ache – all the ‘glitches’ just fading into, being dispersed by all the love that was shared & exchanged underground tonight. We had gotten a good number of busking hours in & no one with a gun  or a billy club bothered us. For all of that, we were happy.

Everything is indeed energy 🙂

guitarcolourPhoto – Henning Fischer

May 25 2014

And over in the UK

And over in London ~ “Police Spokesman: “Unlicensed street performing” contributes to “anti-social behaviour and is a driver of crime” ….  He’s got to be hobnobbing with Bratton to come up with this kind of bs ~



May 16 2014

One night underground

Even though I almost cried a few times walking to the train, out of fear/ #NYPDPTSD (yeah, I’m sure that’s a thing) – Lucky me, I actually got to sing the Uptown A C E! And tonight my ‘regulars’ were so sweet. They kept stopping by & without me even asking, dropped bottles of water in my case along with their donations. Major #SubwayLove <3 During the evening I heard the kindest words from one of my ‘regulars’ tonight: “Where’ve you been? Heidi, you’re the best thing about the NYC Subways, it’s been so quiet down here & we’ve missed you!” And finally, though last time I was on the “F” train headed towards Coney Island & tonight on the platform of the Uptown A C E guess who sat down for a few tunes, this time dressed, not ‘beachy’ but all ‘fancy schmanzty’ in this long beautiful yellow sued coat? Cynthia Nixon….again. And again she donated very nicely into my guitar case. What are the odds? Twice in four days in 2 different boroughs… #areyoufollowingmecynthia ?  🙂 

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