I took this picture this morning at the 7th Avenue F train stop in Brooklyn, a favorite of "street musicians" because of it’s resonant acoustics. This violinist was playing a Bach partita when I arrived, and maybe I was just in a particularly good mood today, but it was just about the most beautiful thing I’ve heard outside a concert hall (and better than a lot of things I’ve heard inside one.) Well worth a donation if you happen to see him in your station some morning.
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Fantastic. Things like that can make me less cranky for up to an hour!
I remember running into a very accomplished violist once in Montreal. She was playing a transcription of the fifth Bach suite for cello. I was so grateful, I gave her all the loonies in my pocket.
Fantastic. Things like that can make me less cranky for up to an hour!
I remember running into a very accomplished violist once in Montreal. She was playing a transcription of the fifth Bach suite for cello. I was so grateful, I gave her all the loonies in my pocket.
Fantastic. Things like that can make me less cranky for up to an hour!
I remember running into a very accomplished violist once in Montreal. She was playing a transcription of the fifth Bach suite for cello. I was so grateful, I gave her all the loonies in my pocket.
Fantastic. Things like that can make me less cranky for up to an hour!
I remember running into a very accomplished violist once in Montreal. She was playing a transcription of the fifth Bach suite for cello. I was so grateful, I gave her all the loonies in my pocket.
Fantastic. Things like that can make me less cranky for up to an hour!
I remember running into a very accomplished violist once in Montreal. She was playing a transcription of the fifth Bach suite for cello. I was so grateful, I gave her all the loonies in my pocket.
Fantastic. Things like that can make me less cranky for up to an hour!
I remember running into a very accomplished violist once in Montreal. She was playing a transcription of the fifth Bach suite for cello. I was so grateful, I gave her all the loonies in my pocket.
Does NYC require buskers to audition for a license as some other cities do?
Pete, I’m so glad Alex Ross pointed to your blog. I’m looking forward to more and more. Tom, there is an official, by-audition transit-authority program of subway buskers (it’s called Music Under New York) and with that you get a banner, some t-shirts, and permission to use certain transit-system spaces that might otherwise be off-limits, or scheduled rights to particularly valuable spots. But there are dozens if not indeed hundreds of freelancers, everything from erhu to congas to electric viola da gamba.
The cellist at Times Square–the Chinese fellow–is horrible. The combination of saccharine melodies, and badly distorted electrified cello (with canned accompaniment of massed strings) is puke-worthy.
Anyone know the guy I’m talking about? Terrible music, should never have gotten past the auditions board.
Does NYC require buskers to audition for a license as some other cities do?
Does NYC require buskers to audition for a license as some other cities do?
Does NYC require buskers to audition for a license as some other cities do?
Does NYC require buskers to audition for a license as some other cities do?
Does NYC require buskers to audition for a license as some other cities do?
Pete, I’m so glad Alex Ross pointed to your blog. I’m looking forward to more and more. Tom, there is an official, by-audition transit-authority program of subway buskers (it’s called Music Under New York) and with that you get a banner, some t-shirts, and permission to use certain transit-system spaces that might otherwise be off-limits, or scheduled rights to particularly valuable spots. But there are dozens if not indeed hundreds of freelancers, everything from erhu to congas to electric viola da gamba.
Pete, I’m so glad Alex Ross pointed to your blog. I’m looking forward to more and more. Tom, there is an official, by-audition transit-authority program of subway buskers (it’s called Music Under New York) and with that you get a banner, some t-shirts, and permission to use certain transit-system spaces that might otherwise be off-limits, or scheduled rights to particularly valuable spots. But there are dozens if not indeed hundreds of freelancers, everything from erhu to congas to electric viola da gamba.
Pete, I’m so glad Alex Ross pointed to your blog. I’m looking forward to more and more. Tom, there is an official, by-audition transit-authority program of subway buskers (it’s called Music Under New York) and with that you get a banner, some t-shirts, and permission to use certain transit-system spaces that might otherwise be off-limits, or scheduled rights to particularly valuable spots. But there are dozens if not indeed hundreds of freelancers, everything from erhu to congas to electric viola da gamba.
Pete, I’m so glad Alex Ross pointed to your blog. I’m looking forward to more and more. Tom, there is an official, by-audition transit-authority program of subway buskers (it’s called Music Under New York) and with that you get a banner, some t-shirts, and permission to use certain transit-system spaces that might otherwise be off-limits, or scheduled rights to particularly valuable spots. But there are dozens if not indeed hundreds of freelancers, everything from erhu to congas to electric viola da gamba.
Pete, I’m so glad Alex Ross pointed to your blog. I’m looking forward to more and more. Tom, there is an official, by-audition transit-authority program of subway buskers (it’s called Music Under New York) and with that you get a banner, some t-shirts, and permission to use certain transit-system spaces that might otherwise be off-limits, or scheduled rights to particularly valuable spots. But there are dozens if not indeed hundreds of freelancers, everything from erhu to congas to electric viola da gamba.
The cellist at Times Square–the Chinese fellow–is horrible. The combination of saccharine melodies, and badly distorted electrified cello (with canned accompaniment of massed strings) is puke-worthy.
Anyone know the guy I’m talking about? Terrible music, should never have gotten past the auditions board.
The cellist at Times Square–the Chinese fellow–is horrible. The combination of saccharine melodies, and badly distorted electrified cello (with canned accompaniment of massed strings) is puke-worthy.
Anyone know the guy I’m talking about? Terrible music, should never have gotten past the auditions board.
The cellist at Times Square–the Chinese fellow–is horrible. The combination of saccharine melodies, and badly distorted electrified cello (with canned accompaniment of massed strings) is puke-worthy.
Anyone know the guy I’m talking about? Terrible music, should never have gotten past the auditions board.
The cellist at Times Square–the Chinese fellow–is horrible. The combination of saccharine melodies, and badly distorted electrified cello (with canned accompaniment of massed strings) is puke-worthy.
Anyone know the guy I’m talking about? Terrible music, should never have gotten past the auditions board.
The cellist at Times Square–the Chinese fellow–is horrible. The combination of saccharine melodies, and badly distorted electrified cello (with canned accompaniment of massed strings) is puke-worthy.
Anyone know the guy I’m talking about? Terrible music, should never have gotten past the auditions board.