Pearls before breakfast

An oblique subway station corner. A busy Friday morning. The usual commuter commotion and cacophony, replete with the usual degrees of self-involved distractedness.

Then, add one famous and world-class violinist.

Have you ever wondered what might happen when the ordinary might be introduced to the sublime? Here's a sad commentary about one such union of players -- a sorry statement about our times, we think.

[It's longish, but very much worth the read.]