When I got off the subway last night at West 4th Street and saw the huge snowflakes coming down, I almost bailed on the 21st edition of Phil Kline’s Unsilent Night—the annual hour-long march from Washington Square to Tompkins Square that fills the city streets with drones and tintinnabulation. Glad I didn’t: with several hunded kindred spirits carting tape and MP3-playing boom boxes, it was one of the most magical nights I’ve had in New York in a very long time, and just the right thing to put you in the holiday spirit. Not to mention the dumbfounded looks among the inebriated Santas we passed were just priceless.
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