A straphanger's diary of the ridiculous happenings aboard the A train. A circus of entertainment for only $2.50!

DAY 65

How about a musical interlude! I walked right into a music performance on the A train this evening. Four young African American dudes. One played an acoustic guitar, one played a trumpet (!) and the other two guys did vocals/collected donations. They were actually pretty decent. Like a hip hop mariachi sound with poetic lyrics. When we pulled into the Fulton station even the band playing on the platform stopped their performance (drummer and saxophonist) and came over to applaud the guys on the train. Before they got off, one of the vocalists said to look them up online. But I heard him say the name of the band is "soldier life" and I can't seem to find any of their music online. Too bad they didn't have cards. 

DAY 64

Witnessed a crime today. The train pulled into a station and, while the doors were still open, a woman ran by shrieking at the top of her lungs, "That fucker stole my phone right out of my hand!" 

People looked on and, in typical New York fashion, did nothing. Oh well.

DAY 63

DAY 62

Rode on the train with Charles Barkley this afternoon. He got on at Canal Street with two security people. Several passengers started taking photos discreetly. He got off at Chambers Street. Wtf?