One of the great things about living in New York is the fact that culture is quite literally everywhere.  And while I may not have been the biggest fan of the MoMA, one thing I have already grown to appreciate is the live music which seems to always be ringing from every corner.

When I say live music, I’m not just speaking of big name shows at unique venues like the Bowery Ballroom.  I’m talking about the lone trumpet player on a bench in Central Park, the septuagenarian on the hammer dulcimer in the subway, or the impromptu Carribean concert I took in on the corner of 50^th and Park today while running an afternoon errand.

(For the record, not sure if you can see via this picture, but the lead singer showed the best use of a cow bell since Ferrell in More Cowbell.)

But culture is not limited to the arts – there’s sporting culture too.  No, not A-Rod, Favre, or the hapless Knicks.  I happened upon the above video on CNN today which harkened me back to the days in Teague Dorm when Furnas and I became quite the proficient foosballers.  I’m a little rusty today, but have to admit that these guys seem to be on a different level altogether.  Even so, it might be fun to head over to Fat Cats sometime to relive the glory days.