I've already sent this story to most of this blog's readership, but I have been so affected by it since being tipped off by a coworker yesterday, that I thought I should share.
The Washington Post conducted a "social experiment" in Washington D.C. this week, planting a
world-renowned violinist in the lobby of a heavily trafficked government building during rush hour
to see if anyone would stop to listen. He was playing a Stradivarius.
Over the course of 43 minutes, some one thousand people walked by. Around 30 gave the violinist (who isn't hard on the eyes, classically speaking) money, for a total of 32 bucks and 17 cents. 9 stopped to watch. Only 1 person recognized him.
The article is a really lovely discourse on how we choose to spend our moments. At the end of
the piece -- which is lengthy, mind you -- I was on the verge of tears. There's something awfully moving about so many aspects of this story: the classical music, so melancholy echoing off the marble walls of the lobby; the indifferent trenchcoats rounding corners and ascending escalators; the dead air in between each song that
the violinist plays.
Perhaps it strikes me most because I know I would have been one of the people who tossed in a buck, and walked on. And while I am happy to say that I've always made it a rule of mine to put money in the hat, or instrument case, of a musician that had obviously worked at his craft (most often it is a "he"), I'm not so sure I would have realized that world-class musician was hanging out in a baseball cap and khakis in the lobby of my office building.
Fittingly, as I was coming home on the F train last night, an older man boarded with a saxophone and played 30 seconds of a bluesy tune to which he only knew the chorus. I gave him a dollar, and thought about going to the next Joshua Bell concert in New York City.
Labels: classical music, Joshua Bell, newspapers, subway