At the farmer's market on Saturday morning there's a little Mexican fellow who plays the most vibrant delightful traditional folk tunes on a little guitar. I adore him, and always mean to drop $20 in his box. $20 might seem high, but I've been listening to him for two years now. That's quite a concert.
There's also the actually not very good trumpeter who hangs out at my metro station on Thursday mornings. He's shrill and a little off beat, but he has a stereo that pipes in Handel, and he belts it out on that trumpet with so much contagious joy.
I promised myself I'd drop a coin in every buskers basket while living in DC. It is one of those promises I often fail at keeping. But still, I love musicians who play in public. And I will likely post every single article I come across about people playing music in subways, on street corners...like this one.
See also: #1, #2 and "Pearls Before Breakfast"