
There is something strangely unsettling about the three seedy East Villagey guys singing the Beatles’ “I Feel Fine” in mock-Liverpudlian accented three-part harmony underground in the subway station.
At least today they didn’t have their heroin junkie groupie girl swaying along, crosslegged on a blanket at their feet. She really freaks me out.
She’s probably the same age as I am.