Notes
It’s not unusual to hear New York likened to a song, it’s an easy comparison to make. There’s music heard and unheard in these streets, a melody measured on scales constructed by population and history. Little town blues do indeed give way to the composition that is the city. Drums faint and loud are heartbeats of survivors and strivers and the river winds across the Hudson and the East can blow sweet, even when the atmosphere and life hang heavy. The song never stops, and why? Because the people keep playing on.
The Metropolitan Museum (2010)