The Harpist and the Station

When one usually enters a subway station in the city of Los Angeles, one would expect ether a busy or empty boarding area, the occasional Sheriff apprehending and sometimes abusing passengers, and or course, dead silence. Well not at the Sunset & Vermont station!

This Redline stop has a harpist, and quite a good one to boot; though he's no Harpo Marx, he is fairly soft spoken. I had seen this underground street performer on number of earlier instances, though never bothered to say anything to him. Party because he was already speaking with onlookers who dared satisfy their curiosity; and partly because I really didn't feel the need to. He was there performing wondrous music, with a harp, which is quite the difficult instrument to play, let alone play well; "he doesn't need other armature musician to chat with!" I had foolishly contemplated. Well today, all of that changed, I just happened to have my Polaroid Land Camera.

My first attempt at taking his picture was unsuccessful, which is why I usually call it my "test shot," it came out a bit too dark (forgot to switch it to "in doors") and focused improperly (the rangefinder is miss aligned by a third and I misjudged which way to compensate for that). If only if I hadn't already written my name, date, and electronicmail address on the back of the print, though it didn't really seem to matter to him when I swiftly gave it to him while telling him that I would give him the "good one" later. He was a kind and graces black man (though technically dark brown). Only after previously seeing his reaction to a lady giving him a wafer-like Butterfinger, did I realize that I didn't have to give any money; though my prints usually sell for $6 - 12 dollars.

I would have taken the time to hear story, unfortunately my train arrived shortly after I had taken the second photograph of him. Especially considering what he might be in store for him the music industry, though, the instrumental music industry might not be as abusive as the mainstream machine...or perhaps they have more experience at covering it up.

Ether way, I need to do a real interview with, the harpist at the station. While making my departure, I peeled off the Polaroid print from it's negative, and boy what a good one it was, I was wondering if I should really give it to him. But no, I have to, but with my Copy Right so should he decide to use it for an album cover, I'll still receive one cent out of ever dollar in royalties from it use. Though whether or not anyone has any business at Sunset street, it is defiantly worth the visit. I believe he plays on week days, and my encounter with him happened around 5 on the clock. Just make sure you pay your fare boarding the train.

About the Author

I am an artist: Literary, Illustrative, Photographic, and Musical; basically that's what I am. I am a firm believer of Standpoint Epistemology, and a fanatic of Analog Technologies as well as Mechanical; digital I consider just as...
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