Street Music
Recently every morning I pass this guy, playing his saxophone on the street corner.  I felt kinda weird taking a photo of him, so I took this over my shoulder, which probably looked just as strange to the people walking toward me.  I’ve only ever heard him play some jazz runs and trills, but no melodies. It feels very disjointed. Would he get more tips if he were to play something recognizable? Or is it my ears at fault, not used to listening to what the man hears as music?  How frequently do we experience something that makes us uncomfortable, but set in the proper context it would be completely fine and ordinary?

Street Music

Recently every morning I pass this guy, playing his saxophone on the street corner.  I felt kinda weird taking a photo of him, so I took this over my shoulder, which probably looked just as strange to the people walking toward me.  I’ve only ever heard him play some jazz runs and trills, but no melodies. It feels very disjointed. Would he get more tips if he were to play something recognizable? Or is it my ears at fault, not used to listening to what the man hears as music?  How frequently do we experience something that makes us uncomfortable, but set in the proper context it would be completely fine and ordinary?