Wandering through Astor Place a few weeks ago, I came across musicians Vince “The Prince” Hunter and Gregory Stevenson. Following a brief introduction and some pleasantries, we discussed New York street music. The two men comfortably volunteered their thoughts on the power of music in their lives emphasizing the essential virtues of playing in the street “The public tells you what to play - they let you know what’s working!” Hunter humbly admitted. The two men had a familiarity with discussing their art which I find universal among street musicians. Perhaps its the fact that they must defend their work on a regular basis or that they have to possess a thoughtful response for their physical/auditory presence in public spaces. As we methodically moved along in conversation, it was clear that they were in no rush and had few expectations as to whether the images would become published or not (one did eventually) which made it more of an experience than “work”. After we said our goodbyes, I crossed East 8th Street and stood on the corner and watched them as they pushed Jazz through their wind instruments while the late afternoon shadows slowly blanketed their sidewalk studio.