mari mez and the subway songs

❝There was a short woman in the corner. She had on a black, tulle dress, which looked like she had just pulled it on lazily, and was barefooted, sand in the crevices of her toes, quite appropriate for the late June weather. But not very appropriate for New York City, considering the beaches were scare and shitty, and it was mostly made of pavement, cigarette butts, and old gum.

She started to sing. She sang in a sweet, airy but brassy voice with hints of jazz:

"Don't look at me that way,
Baby, I can't help you,
My life is just a melody and
Chords, chords, chords."❞

Meet Mari Mez, a street performer ladling out jazz songs on New York subways.

With every chapter featuring a Regina Spektor song, mari mez and the subway songs is an exciting tale of performance and eccentricity in modern New York City.