Thursday, December 21, 2006
There's a guy who plays guitar and sings at the Blue Line Washington stop in the morning. He knows a single chord progression, in one key, and applies it unilaterally to every song he knows. He actually has a very nice voice, so if I turn off my inner music critic I can pretend his lack of skill is actually a jazzy interpretation. Today we were treated to Christmas songs, featuring "The Little Drummer Boy" with bits of verses all mixed up together, and an unintentional medley of "Feliz Navidad" and "I Just Called To Say I Love You". Then he reverted to one of his standards, "Tin Man", rendered with surprising accuracy and skill. Of course, in typical America fashion, the song has like two chords. But he nailed them!
Feeling flush with Christmas spirit and a recent visit to the ATM, I put some money in his basket, and was disgruntled to realize he was looking the other way when I did it. Not that I'm looking for accolades but I think it must do the singer some good to see the appreciation. As far as he knows, I'm still one of those bitches who can afford an overpriced latte but not a buck for the artist in the room.
Tomorrow and Saturday: cookie-making at various venues. Sunday and Monday: cookie-eating at other various venues. Tuesday and beyond: much wearing of sweatpants and fervent vows to start running again "as soon as the weather gets warmer." Ah, holiday traditions.