I never met this man because I never once walked by when he wasn’t ripping on that keyboard of his. For someone who makes a living playing cute, weird songs in subway stations with a bunch of dolls, he sure was a happy fella.
My favorite of his dolls, which all danced by the way, was this one. She shook her hips back and forth like a belly dancer or laid on the ground sometimes, bouncing only her head from side to side.
I haven’t seen this man since leaving NYC four months ago, but I think about him still every once in awhile. People like this are what make NYC so amazing.