ONE DOLLAR

I’ve seen the trance-inducing congo drummers (above) a couple of times, dishing up cool, blue servings of thier fluid ambient chill, a set right up there with the big brother/little brother breakdance duo who mercilessly work the A-train express route from 59th to 125th streets.

We should all give thanks and one measly dollar to the folks who work their asses off to entertain us on those cramped, dehumanizing and often somnambulant subway commutes.