Dear guy playing garbage with drumsticks on the 7 platform at Grand Central Station:
After a hard day at work, the last thing I want to hear is your impersonation of Buddy Rich on random pieces of loud garbage you so thoughtfully collected for tonight's performance. When my head is full of a day of work and not smoking, the sound of you trying to make art is the last thing I want to hear. Do what every other performer who doesn't play in the streets does? Find a cheap performance space in New York and invite your closest friends to come see you play. There are plenty of cheap performance spaces in New York. Surely, there is one that fits your budget and gets you out of any subway station where I happen to be waiting impatiently for a train.