The littlest buskers

Today on my way to work, as I walked across the plaza, I heard the erratic beat of a snare drum. As I crossed the street, I could see the source of the sound: what I'm guessing is a family musical group. Only they're probably all under the age of 16. And the youngest, the drummer, is probably about 5. The lead singer was the lone girl of the group. Two more older boys rounded out the guitar club. Honestly, they were really awful. But at least they were awfully cute.





Then as I turned the corner down toward work, I noticed a group of people all dressed in black, all holding umbrellas, and standing in formation together. One guy had on a red scarf. One guy was holding one of those things you snap together and yell, "Action!" And there were cameras. And another guy was wearing a sweatshirt that had the name of a film school on it. So I guess they were filming a project. Anyway, it's not every day you see people dancing in formation together down Wall Street.




And I've never really mentioned the flutist, but every time I walk past him, I think, "I should blog about him." Anyway, he appears to be an older man with a fluffy white beard, and he's playing an old not-so-shiny flute, usually "Glory Glory Hallelujah," but sometimes "Amazing Grace." Depends on his mood, I guess. Sometimes, he's so flat, I want to show him how it's done. But really, you couldn't pay me to touch his flute. I'm sure he's just a nice man, so I don't really want to dig on him, and I feel like we're sorta connected in a way, him being there every day, me being a flutist too. Anyway, today he was talking to some people, so I pretended to take a picture of Federal Hall, but made sure to get him in it.




It's been a while since I had a pretty New York-centric post. Glad to oblige.