It's really beautiful.
I miss subway music. It's mostly terrible but on occasion it hits hard.
I remember having a hard day, at the end of my rope, tired beyond thought. A time I'd never expose myself to live music, and just being spun out by a from the heart, depths of the soul performance from a person too unlovely, too undisciplined to hold on to a stage for long.
It's strange to go to a place guerrilla style, either to get an audience that wasn't asking or for an irresistible acoustic. Because it doesn't belong it's has a greater impact for greater or worse.
Going to the audience, and the audience has almost no fucks to give. It's a more than credible cover of a soul favorite of mine.