A saxophonist catching some reverb in the downtown Canal Street 1 train station. Shot three years ago, during the before times.
This reminds me of a story about Opus 40, near where I grew up. Sonny Rollins—known for exploring how sound bounced around and changed as he moved through different performance spaces—infamously jumped off the stage there in middle of a concert, broke his heel, and spent the rest of the gig playing flat on his back. Depending on who you ask, he was either trying to hear how it would sound, ticked off at his newly re-lacquered sax, or maybe just a little high. Possibly all three.