It was almost a cliché but those who were so inclined to pay attention did not mind. Others maintained their tunnel vision and hardly even noticed. It was nice to hear a little music that was intended for other people and not just leaking out of ear buds. It was also pleasant because he could actually play, unlike the accordian player at the 96th Street station who always messed up at the same point in The Girl from Ipanema. We tapped our feet while we waited for the train.