It was 9:35 p.m., and a couple came up to the ticket window at the Broadway Centre Cinemas asking about the 9:30 movie. She was giggling because she had just realized that typing “666” into her cell phone spelled “mom.” LOL. It also spells “Moo,” but I guess satanic cows aren’t funny.
She told the ticket seller that she and the boyfriend were having an argument. She thought that if the newspaper said the movie started at 9:30 this meant the previews started at 9:30. Her boyfriend said this meant the movie actually started at 9:30 and, therefore, they were five minutes late. There was more laughter, a few shoves and then she jumped up and got a piggyback ride into the theater.
Sometimes life looks so easy.
I was sitting outside of the Broadway and wasn’t in the mood to see a movie. Instead, I paid $1 for a private cello concerto. As the couple bought tickets, the cellist played “The Star Spangled Banner” transitioning the song in the 12 keys from C and C-sharp to B and B-flat.
When he finished, he said, “That’s my own arrangement. It’s new. Less than six months old.”
Tonight, though, I walked up, put some money in his book bag and said, “I like how you play the cello. Can I talk to you?” He looked over at the movie theater kiosk. The next movie didn’t start until 9:25 p.m., and he said, “You caught me at a good time. My 15 minute break starts right now.”
He said his name is Eli (pronounced Ell-e) Potash, and he wanted to make it clear that he is not a cellist. “I’m not a good cellist,” he said. “I am also not a bad cellist, but I am not a cellist.” Eli is a bass player. He attended the Brussels Royal Conservatory of Music, and he’s also played bass in the Rhode Island Philharmonic Orchestra.
Then he said, “Now, I have to go to the bathroom.”
In between songs or customers, Eli walked around and picked up trash so his stage would be clean. Then, right when the rockets’ red glare was about to burst in mid-air, he stopped playing and told me about his “Star Spangled Banner” arrangement.
“It’s better to talk,” he said, “than to answer questions.” He talked about music theory and said he’s not as antisocial as he may seem. He said playing on the street has him “closing in on happiness.” I didn’t ask him why he left the philharmonic, and he didn’t have to answer. It was better to listen.
After even the latecomers piggybacked their way into the movie, and after the final strum of his bow he said, “Bravo” to no one but me. He said, “That’s how I end all of my shows. It makes people happy.”
Sometimes life may not seem easy, but there is beauty on Broadway—if you listen.