On song

You get a better class of crazy in this city, you know. Walking along a side street a few blocks from Times Square last night, I saw (and indeed heard) a dawdling dishevelled old man, singing at the absolute top of his voice. I’m guessing, but he looked like he was about 70 years old and almost certainly homeless, given his ragtag collection of battered plastic bags.

Nothing particularly odd in any of that – sometimes it feels like you’re part of a vast travelling choir in New York, such is the number of people who think that it’s perfectly acceptable to share their tone-deaf warblings with the rest of the world.

But how many 70 year old down-and-out guys in London would have Rihanna’s “Umbrella” as their song of choice, particularly given that it was about 75 degrees and blue skies at the time?

Actually, he didn’t have a bad voice when it came down to it. If Prince ever needs a slightly older frayed-around-the edges replacement, can I suggest he starts the search in the homeless shelters of Hell’s Kitchen?

6 thoughts on “On song

  1. SG

    I once heard someone describe California thus:

    “It’s like muesli: once you remove the fruits and the nuts, there are only the flakes left.”

    Possibly the same applies to The Village?

    SG

  2. Jan

    …such is the number of people who think that it’s perfectly acceptable to share their tone-deaf warblings with the rest of the world.

    Sounds just like American Idol.

  3. Zen

    Are you sure it wasn’t George Clinton just taking a walk around the block before his gig at BB King’s House of Blues?

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