We were late arriving, but eventually my friends and I caught up to Phil Kline's 16th annual Unsilent Night this past Saturday. The procession wound from Washington Square Park through the streets of the East Village, with Kline's often shimmering, occasionally pealing music blasting from numerous boomboxes and other devices. (I saw at least one person holding up their iPhone.) We eventually ended up in Tompkins Square Park, where the revelers held their stereos aloft as the tapes/cds/mp3 simultaneously wound down. We all cheered before heading off to the Holiday Cocktail Lounge for a well-deserved nightcap.