I wasn't seeing much at first this morning, but when I started walking under the FDR I started to hear music. It wasn't music you could just turn your radio on and listen to. It was coming from an old Chinese man playing an erhu. I've heard the instrument plenty of times in movies, but never in person. I've seen a lot of people play instruments, but I never felt the emotions I did while watching this man play his music. Listening to him play made me miss China which is odd, because I’ve never been to China.

This gentleman rides his bike from where ever he lives to play for all the people doing their morning exercises (which are mostly Chinese). To keep his instrument protected, he’s attached two trash bins to his bike. One serves as the base and the other is the top cover. I watched him for about five or so minutes before I realized I came out to take pictures.

I had a brief conversation with the man. He doesn’t do it for money, nobody asked him to play, he simply does it because he wants to. It’s very evident when you watch and hear him play that he’s a very passionate musician. I just met this man and had immediate respect for him. Admittedly, I may have even been a little fanboyish too.