Listen up you Dosey Doe-ing mother fucker. Nobody wants to hear your fucking violin at 9 o’clock in the morning in Brooklyn while going to work. This bearded Josh fiddled for like 7 stops. Of course he holds the violin on his chest rather than his shoulder as to set himself apart from all the other subway violinists. This guy was so out of place and it was my first time seeing him. As you can tell, nobody else cared for him either. Find one person in that picture that is even remotely interested in hearing some itchy looking, flea-bag hipster fiddle away like some happy fucking camper while the rest of us have to get to work on a Monday morning.
However, this pic was snapped before the stations of 7th Ave thru Bergen St. At that point, quite a few of the hip/yups who got on the train gave a little smile in the direction of this moonshining muppet. Ahh, one of their own they probably thought to themselves. Something other than quiet, non-attention seeking Brooklyn natives to look at for the ride to work or whatever it is they do. Goes well with the $4.00 cup of fair trade BoCoCa/Slope coffee. By the time we hit Jay Street, this hipster had not gone up and down the car once to collect money as far as I saw. It seemed as if he really had the time and obviously the money to be putting on a little concert on a Brooklyn train on a Monday morning. No where in particular to be. No boss. No obligations. Yet living in the most expensive city in America. Sound familiar?