As I was getting off the train, getting ready to transfer to another line, I heard two distinctly different type of music being performed live in the station. One was an older gentleman singing reggae music a capella. And just around the bend was a younger fellow playing the bagpipes.
I am not kidding.
And there was a point where sounds of the two mixed perfectly and sounds like they were in concert with each other.
So cool.
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I have no idea what that meant.
ReplyDeleteMmmm.. bagpipes....
ReplyDeleteWas he Scottish or Irish? The bagpipe player?
ReplyDeleteI'm a Scot and I am looking forward to wearing my kilt on St. Paddy's day, since apparently the two are kind of interchangable in NYC.
Rock on, Celtic rules.