FINALLY, Eugene Mirman plays a role that’s worthy of his unique style: a Russian hitman trying to make it as a stand-up comedian in New York’s “top clubs”. Aughhh I love it!
The E/V/6 Train platforms at 51st/53rd and Lexington CONSISTENTLY have the worst subway performers EVER. I thought the worst was an early-twenties blonde chick w/ a PA and mic singing Madonna’s “Get Into the Groove” like a 5-year-old kid trying to sound like Michael Jackson at the family Christmas party. Terrible.
Then there was the most un-swinging “jazz” trumpeter ever.
Finally, trying to get down from my part-time job on the UES to my other part-time job in Soho last week, there was anNYU-looking kid w/ huge ironic glasses playing terribly with a girl (wannabe fuck buddy?) sitting next to him, bobbing her head in mock enthusiasm and adding random non-harmonizing “oohs” and “aahs”. I thought it couldn’t get any worse when they launched into a pained rendition of “Piano Man” by Billy Joel. Even the “la-di-dee-das” didn’t sound right. I wanted to kill myself.
Terrible. TERRIBLE musicians.
On the flip side, there are sometimes REALLY effing good musicians that make your day: the virtuoso Chinese dulcimer player in Times Square, the hipster who somehow manages to drag a console piano down into the West 4th Station, and the jazz trio lead by a flugel horn/trumpet player at Columbus Circle. It’s so hit or miss, but the awfulness of the Lexington station makes me long for a good mariachi band….








