Ah, the joy of stomp in the street, sticks in the stairwell, sting in the station. Fellow percussionists, enjoy the ride.
I don’t know much about this fellow human being, but I thought this little subway clip was worth a show.
Art is bustling all around us, all within us, all bright leaps of glory jumping from our souls like solar flares, touching and setting on fire those who come close enough to be fired by the lick of our unique flame. Ah, Creator, thank you for rhythm.
Enjoy.