[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWmKrUQdpVg] The Island by The Millennium.  The first song that shuffled on my iPod as I hurried home from work to watch Lost. Decidedly creepy.  I listened to it three times in a row.

Tonight in the Union Square subway station: 1) a bucket drummer wailing away near the 4 / 5 / 6 trains

2) a bagpiper wandering in the passageway

3) two more bucket drummers pounding in unison on the downtown Q / N / R / W platform

4) a mediocre flutist playing off sheet music, also on the downtown Q / N / R / W platform

The flutist and bucket drummers should have coordinated.

Cacophony aside, I have noticed a sharp increase in subway buskers lately. I guess the economic downturn has caused a lot of folks to cancel their music lessons and slow down session work and composition commissions.

Unrelated: I deleted all the music from my iPod so I can start anew.

I grew up in Wyoming. The whistling and howling of the wind through cracks in my bedroom window was a formative (and often terrifying) childhood experience.  Now, I sometimes crack my windows to create a similiar sound. Now, the shrieking of the wind is comforting.