{"id":844,"date":"2011-12-21T22:36:37","date_gmt":"2011-12-22T03:36:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/lifesapitch\/?p=844"},"modified":"2011-12-21T22:49:35","modified_gmt":"2011-12-22T03:49:35","slug":"and-im-like-f-you-and-f-her-too","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/lifesapitch\/2011\/12\/and-im-like-f-you-and-f-her-too\/","title":{"rendered":"And I’m like, F you and, F her too"},"content":{"rendered":"

I just got back from Coney Island, where I thought I was going to have an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind<\/em>-esque winter beachwalk, but ended up just eating cheese fries at the Nathan’s and loaning a drug dealer my phone.<\/p>\n

Aliza and I got on the F train at 57th and 6th. As part of Make Music NY’s first winter installment<\/a>, cellists (and, we learned, violinists, too) were performing the prelude from Bach’s Cello Suite no. 1. The idea, as I understood it, was that F train riders would hear the same repeated melody every time the subway doors opened from 7pm to 8pm. Unfortunately, unamplified this was nearly impossible. Even when the performer was right in front of you, it was hard to hear in some stations. There were some beautiful moments at the outdoor Brooklyn stations, and the performance at 14th street was particularly lovely. \u00a0There was no one was at the final few stops (including Coney Island!), even though it was still before 8. It was pretty wet out, so perhaps unsafe for the instruments? At the Ditmas Avenue stop, I randomly saw a colleague from Orpheus when I poked my torso out of the car, and also waved at Eric Jacobsen from The Knights, who I have never met. That was kind of weird of me?<\/p>\n

Aliza got off at Second Avenue, and reported that an actual busker was playing the trumpet on the uptown platform, blowing (ZING) the Make Music NY girl out of the water! Aliza was pleased as punch that “it is not even 8pm and I have had dinner and watched a concert and am now home feeling very productive about my life.”<\/p>\n

It was fun to try and find the musicians at every station, and all-in-all a nice little adventure. I’m not certain the intended whimsy was achieved if you didn’t know what to look and listen for, but I’m sure it at least made the wait for the F train at the platforms more pleasant.<\/p>\n

Maybe next time the musicians can be amplified and they can play “Somewhere”, to match the notes the F train makes when pulling out of the station.
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Video of what actually happened here, via Alex Ross’s Twitter feed<\/a>:
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And some photos from my trip here:<\/p>\n

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