On the BART, a pair of off-duty mariachis, instruments in tow. Odd to seem them not performing, just riding (home?). The bass player idly plucked at strings, staring off into space. Against the din of train wheels, rushing wind, cell phone conversations, sound trickling from iPods, rustling newspapers, it was a welcome organic sound, wooden and deep, resonating in the carriage, a drop-shipment from some world not the city. Of course I don’t know that they were mariachis — they could be in a heavy metal band — “unplugged” — for all I know.
Phone-cam image. Another year before the contract on this phone runs out and I can get one with half-decent image quality…
Music: Spizzenergi :: Energy Crisis