I wish i was conscious enough at 10AM for the chat but i'm always a mess on monday mornings. Back in school they showed us this short made by an NYU student i think, about people on their daily commute in the subway. It was called Styx.
--- In [email protected], "Ray Bradley" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Back in the mid-90s when I was a mere intern at CNN, it was a cold, > snowy January afternoon as I was walked the three blocks from their > broadcast studios to Union Station. A man was playing the trumpet > under the bridge on 1st NE, not with anything near the expert skill > of Joshua Bell on the violin, but with great emotion. He > played "America the Beautiful" and for those four minutes, with the > notes bouncing off the steel, concrete and snowflakes, it truly was. > > But, being a slightly-grizzled Metro veteran, I will say that the > iPod/mp3 players are somewhat of a Godsend. I can't tell you how many > times I heard hacking coughs, whiny kids, bums and the people who > love them begging for cash, complaining tourists, scorn-heaping Euro > backpackers, and far-too-loud chit-chatters interrupt my valuable > nap/decompression time. So, those folks who iPodded past Mr. Bell > were just in their self-contained happy zone. I can understand that. > Though, I must admit, I always removed an ear bud to hear any > musician, just in case of quality. > > The morning commute is a rough time, given that so many folks are on > a hard deadline to be in the office or meetings; it would be hard for > most to be able to devote only anything more than a few seconds of > listening to Bell. Perhaps the more interesting corollary would be > drawn during lunch time or the evening commute. People on a deadline > aren't as able to recognize art; would they be able to do it at other > times?
