Dear Street Musicians,
Oh, how I love you. How you change my day and make me smile whenever and wherever I hear you.
As I round the corner in of the city stairwells I hear the sounds of a flute or violin, a keyboard or sax and in some places I hear the beat on a pickle barrel.
May the musicians of the world never stop singing and playing and being who they are.
I love music; love, love, love music....more than popcorn, cole slaw, soft pretzels, heavily buttered and salted corn and more than a pizza fresh out of the oven with the cheese dripping into my mouth.
Music does something
It brings people together
It forms bonds
It crosses bridges
It makes people smile
Stop and listen
Hear the love
Feel the love
Become the love
tonight @7:20PMish at the bottom of the Metro steps leading into Union Station this dude was taking music apart on his violin. Made it cry if you ask me. Just blew me away. I stopped, I sat. I listened. I cheered. Pure artistry. He played the Tango from the end of True Lies when Arnold and Jamie-Lee dance. He said the song meant "love" to him....to love!
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