Dan,
Well, I'm not sure I would call that necessarily a "sad" commentary, but a very interesting and definitely an insightful commentary on human nature. I am not sure how many of you have ever been one of those people in the subway/mall, the flowing masses of people in their mad rush to somewhere. I have been. I have seen and heard my share of mendicents, beggars, musicians both good, bad and mediocre. Once in a while I have tossed in a few coins if I had some readily available in my front pocket, but normally would not go out of my way to listen unless I had the time, which was rare, or if they were just really really good, which again was painfully rare. But then again, there is usually a very good reason why most of the people who play those locales play there as opposed to a concert hall. This Joshua Bell person (who I had never heard of until I read the article) is not the normal type of low end entertainment that is so common in these places, so that is really somewhat of an anomoly, not really congruent with the norm that people have become accustomed to.
I will be honest, I would have been one of the many who would have passed by, maybe listened for the few moments that I had getting from one end of the plaza to the other, and would have continued on not caring.
As it said in the article:
"He was, in short, art without a frame ... Context matters"
That is so true. You would not expect Pavorotti, or Andrea Bocelli to just decide one day to go down to the metro station and start singing his heart out, and then wonder why no one stopped to listen. If they had wanted to listen, they would have sought it out and payed top dollar to hear it. Just handing it out free diminishes its worth and perception. That is not to say that someone who does so is not indeed greatly talented. It reminds me of the poem "Touch of the Master’s Hand," by Myra Welsh
http://www.aboutonehandtyping.com/storiesfolder/master.html
about an old violin being auctioned off for a pittance, until an old man comes up and plays a beautiful piece on it, then sets it back down, and suddenly the violin starts being sold for much more. Context matters.
"But the Master comes and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand."
-capT