Thank you dear Bill!

Thank you for your kind words!

Thank you for your kind words! Wow, SI ferry - that was a long time ago, before the pandemic! I'm still at Union Square, though, and a lot at Grand Central Terminal these days. If you happen to see me - come say 'hi'!

That is a great honor indeed, when people stop on their way! Many don't stop, because they are in a hurry to get where they are going. That doesn't mean they are not influenced by the busker on their way, though. I have stories of people who spoke to me years after they passed by me in the subway, for example: a guy I ran into at a restaurant told me that many years before, he saw me playing on the platform opposite from where he was. I did not see him at the time. He was going to kill himself. It was seeing me that changed his mind. This sounds incredible, I know, but later his wife confirmed the story. Other people told me that they heard my sound through the vents, on the street. They didn't know what the sound was but they liked it. At some point they ran into me in the subway and realized it was my sound. In other words, in the subway I don't just play for the people who stop to listen. Of course, it is very nice to have those that do stop, too!

@@SawLady A very touching story indeed. Today I saw an old man playing on an electric guitar in front of a supermarket. Considering the fact that usually nothing happens around that part of town, seeing his performance was an interesting experience to say the least. The moment I parked my car and turned off the radio I started genuinely feeling joy. I really love music, especially live performances. There's something magical in sounds in general. The sense of hearing is a blessing, that I couldn’t do without.

@Kcabs What a beautiful account of a special moment! I have a feeling that you not only listen with your ears, but also with your heart. You let the magic in.

Yay! I was hoping it would be you, dear Wendy!