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Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning. A man with a violin plays six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people passed through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle-aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin valued at $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the price of seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities. The questions raised: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made… what else are we missing?

Interesting (or maybe not).
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It's a bit like my friend who is unreal on the guitar, regularly plays concerts and got a scholarship to a uni in America (Brown i think it was) through his music, yet he often sat in town and busked in order to earn some money and no one noticed!

I think it's a nice experiment though, kinda makes you think that behind every face lies a gift that no one else will hear/see, and only those that pay attention will realise the beauty of it.

It's a nice thought that makes a change to the 'we are all just a fecking lump of chemicals' existentialism that usually haunts this place :)

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The most important part of that piece though would be - inappropriate hour - If I'm in a train station and I was passed by Martin O'Neill shouting that he was giving away free season tickets I probably wouldn't notice. I'm in a rush, I am worried about my bags, missing my train and things not going to plan. I have also, like most travellers, allowed myself the appropriate time to board, with a small buffer - not factoring in any time spent talking to someone / listening to a busker etc. Even if I did spot MON, I'd know how much of a logistical nightmare it'd be if I missed my train - so I'd probably have to keep going :(

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It's a nice thought that makes a change to the 'we are all just a fecking lump of chemicals' existentialism that usually haunts this place :)
Having (musical or otherwise) talent, and being a lump of chemicals are not mutually exclusive.
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I'd probably stop and listen, but then, I don't have a job. I recall a few years ago stopping to listen to some classical buskers in Helsinki, they were excellent. My then (Finnish) girlfriend tried to pull me along but I resisted. I did have a job then though.

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I'm finally FIIIIINALLY making a long long overdue return to Villa Park :D :D :D Over for the Hammers game in Jan :thumb: Can't wait. Session the Saturday beforehand!

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When was the last time you went BOF? How come not been so long?

For shame :oops: Just got into a routine, a bad routine. I have another game pencilled in later on too, maybe 2.

So we might finally get to meet the great Irish Sumo fan then?

Yes we can discuss the merits of yotsu over oshi :P

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Nice one BOF. Made me think a bit harder about scraping together some money and try and make a game while I'm back. Knowing my luck I still won't manage it!

On a different note, we had an interesting bit of advertising put through our door tonight - for an undertaker. I dunno why but I always assumed that they're the kind of profession you don't need to advertise door to door really.

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