isn’t the goofy singers from the University of Oregon, but the reaction of we New Yorkers. Which is, with rare exception, a collective yawn. We don’t look up. We don’t hum along. Hell, we don’t even turn off the iPod. If you’re a true New Yorker, you see this sorta shit every single day. Or at least you pretend to. Which is a part of our charm.
You might come from Oregon and think you’re about to rock the subway, but it’s impossibleâ€”we will not allow ourselves to be rocked. Instead, we’ll assume you’re asking for money.