The best around
Today at lunch I walked past a man sitting at a folding table on the corner of 6th Ave and 43rd Street, singing into a PA system. His table was draped with a sign that read “NY’s best Barry White Impersonator”, and there was a bucket on the ground in front of him, with a hand-written sign that said “Tips!” and had a flower drawn on the corner.
Guys, I have to say, judging by his performance NY’s Barry White Impersonators better step up their game. A lot. If this guy is the best of them, then I can only assume that the others know even fewer real song lyrics. The other contenders must have done an even worse job of singing songs about the people walking past (”Little girl with a mom/ where’s your dad?/ pretty business lady/ you have a hat on) As he broke into his own arrangement of “New York, New York” consisting mostly of the line “New York, New York” sung over and over, I wondered if perhaps his challengers just hadn’t put their hearts into it during whatever Barry White Impersonators Playoffs were held.
Next year you guys better bring it.