Last Friday after work I walked to the T station through the Public Garden and the Commons as usual. I love that walk for all the entertainment it provides: the two college guys playing Taio Cruz on their violins, the old man with his accordian, the guitar player complete with amps, and even the ipod from behind me playing "Empire State of Mind." It seems Boston is full of music and I love it.
At night, Jake and I went out to dinner in Davis Square and were met by more musical entertainment. Two men took shifts on acoustic guitars in the center plaza, but the best show was hidden behind the subway station. A 13 piece band, complete with tubas, an electric violin, percussion and an assortment of other brass and woodwinds played Justin Timberlake classics and klezmer tunes. The band included everyone from the dirty hippy in Tevas, the older man with the Hulk Hogan 'stache, the renaissance chick with purple hair, a hipster holding a tuba that looked as though weighed as much as him, and plenty of NSO types (for those of you who didn't go to Vassar I have two words for you: Magic Cards). Most of them didn't even have sheet music. Let me tell you, that is some badass nerdery.
They had the crowd going. An old man in a camouflage kilt was slapping his thigh and bobbing his head and a little girl in Dorothy red slippers and a bicycle helmet skipped around with her dad. It was one of those perfect September nights, with only the best of late summer breezes. Everything was just right and the band played on.