Another burough
I was hanging out in Williamsburg last night, and on my way from the train to my destination, I saw the strangest sight. This duo of musicians was performing right on Bedford, with at least one of them wearing a viking hat. One was singing into a plastic microphone, and I wish I could sing for you what they were singing. It went something like "doodle doot doot doot dooooooo ...," in a really high pitched voice. It reminded me of some Fischerspooner song (I've been trying to figure it out all day). But the best part was the reaction of people on the street. Some politely listened, others walked by like they were too cool, but no one reacted like this was anything out of the ordinary. It was kind of awesomely weird.
My other street musician contact this weekend was a guy down in the Bedford Ave L stop. He was playing banjo with a tambourine and some sort of drum at his feet. He was really talented; in fact, people stopped and smiled and danced. That kind of thing doesn't happen in Manhattan, I'll tell you.
So, what's the point of all this? I guess I'm saying that Williamsburg is a kind of hipster circus. Check it out some weekend.
—eh
