Not only did this guy seem to be having a musical dream, I’ll bet it was Christmas music as he was wearing a Santa hat.
Despite all the people around, city streets are a pretty impersonal place where the rule seems to be to always walk looking straight ahead toward your goal, treating other folks on the sidewalk simply as obstacles to maneuver around. So a little meaningful eye contact, even with an inanimate fellow, is a rare thing.
These serious chess players were set up in a doorway on Michigan Avenue and were oblivious to all those passing by (including me taking their photo). I think it is a semi-permanent fixture of the area, at least it was there every day that we were. I’m not sure if it was the same two guys every time or if there was a rotating cast of players.
Some of the tens (hundreds?) of thousands of windows in a random block in the Chicago Loop. One assumes that there is a lot of life going on behind them, although there is no indication of that except for the one window with the curtain drawn back, as if someone was looking out at me as I took the photo.
Drumming on plastic buckets seems all the rage these days. These guys were the best of the several groups I saw in Chicago. Maybe it’s popular because the monetary entry point for both the equipment and wardrobe is considerably lower than that for folks like yesterday’s saxaphone player.
There are a lot of street musicians in downtown Chicago. I thought too late to make a project out of photographing them but I did get a couple of good shots. I was impressed by this guy’s attire. He’s better dressed for performing on Michigan Avenue than many popular musicians are when they go on stage these days. Not that I care–jeans and a t-shirt are my preferred dress most of the time anyway and, growing up in the sixties and seventies, my hair was never what could be called well-coiffed. But, I do sometime wonder when watching music videos whether or not the performers spent a lot of time agonizing over choosing just the right ragged t-shirt and rumpled pants and primping in front of a mirror in order to get that just-rolled-out-of-bed look, or if they had in fact just rolled out of bed and didn’t even look in the mirror on the way to the stage. Whatever works.