Sometimes it's tough to be professionally trained. I was coming off a Metro North train the other day when I heard distant strains of a Bach violin partita. It triggered an instant sense of calm in me, until I got closer to the performer, at which point, all I could notice was that his pitch was too high, intervals not in tune, phrasing too rushed and tone quality pinched. Needless to say, it spoiled it for me. My ears are too well attuned to the details. Classical music never just washes over me because I've trained myself to hear (and work to eradicate) minute imperfections that the average listener simply doesn't hear. On the bright side, there are also some absolutely fabulous street musicians in the city as well; like the flute player who was casually leaned against a wall by the 6 train stop at 77th. He had fabulous technique, a big rich sound and a lovely scale. Sadly, he was on the other side of the platform. I definitely would have given him some money otherwise.