I have such respect for street performers. It takes courage to take raw talent and put it all out there for people to enjoy-or not. This man sits at the entrance of the Torpedo Factory every evening. A metal dolly that he uses to carry his instruments back and forth sits off to the side, waiting for the next journey. The clear bulbous brandy glasses filled with varying levels of water are tied to each other with ribbons, wait on the makeshift table .
It’s an impressive set up.
But the real magic happens when the the glass musician, his long thin fingers, extended and adorned with only a simple gold wedding band, begin circling the edges of the globes. And soon, the concrete corridor is filled with the sound of tinkling bells.