The Strike Continues.....

With no end in sight, the SEPTA bus strike continues.  Nerves are frayed, tempers are short, streets are crowded with cars, who seem to think, all courtesy has been suspended as well....welcome to the City that Loves You Back, or maybe that, too, will be reinstated after the strike is over.  In the meantime, we walk the walk.  I wish SEPTA and the Drivers Union would talk the talk.
And musicians remain silent in Suburban Station.
Next week this busker will be heading south to check out the music scene in Puerto Rico, among other things.  The last time we were down there, Pat and I visited the club of the jazz pianist Carli Munoz who played for Wilson Pickett, George Benson and the Beach Boys, among others.  He has his own club in Old San Juan and plays piano with a Latin percussionist. Very cool.  We also got a good dose of the popular music style called reggaeton, which is kind of Latin rap, which kept the barrio near us called La Perla up all night.  We had no choice but to join in, but we enjoyed it.  This time we'll head to the west and south coasts, and maybe we'll find music with a more indigenous flavor, away from the big city.
I'm hoping the SEPTA strike will be over by the time we get back.  I miss playing at my spot and seeing my people.  But most of all, I know the city will breathe a sigh of relief when the contract is settled, and people can get back to their routines.