A man sat at a metro station in Washington and started to play the violin. It was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds – and then hurried up
to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping – continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention, was a 3 year old boy. His mother tugged him along, hurried – but the child stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk – turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He
collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it.
No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one realized that the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the foremost violinists in the world. He played some of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3,500,000.00.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the price of the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story.
Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The stipulations of the experiment were that he was to play in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour.
Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context? One of the possible conclusions from this experience could
be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world – playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?