...but please, not in the subway cars.
I'm talking, of course, about busking.
On the train home last night, two guys who wanted to "entertain" us (read: play music badly and then shake us down for cash) crowded into "my" car on the Broadway Local.
One of them had a 12-string guitar, one of them had a freaking *accordion.*
Don't get me wrong, I love me some norteño music, but I don't want to listen to it involuntarily on the way between South Ferry and 14th St. As soon as I could do so safely, I changed to another car (and cranked up my iPod.)
(Old musician's joke: "Perfect pitch" means being able to toss a banjo into a dumpster from 25 paces, and have it hit an accordion when it lands.)