three little birds on the 6.

my phone died around 1 this afternoon...after a long night playing in the city with my ex roommate, a late morning, and a bacon egg and cheese bagel brunch. aaaaaah shit, i cried. (really, its not an exaggeration, it always feels like misery when i have to ride the subway without music...all the crap you hear, and dont, is enough to annoy anyone) as i sat on the 6, and trekked down from the UES, a couple of jamaican men hopped on. happy as can be, with their dreads, two fold up chairs, a guitar and two drums, "good afternoon new york! we hope you're having a happy day! how is everybody? hey we wanna share some happiness with everyone!" they start playing Bob Marley's Three Little Birds and i couldnt help but sigh a big I LOVE YOU new york city. it couldn't have come at a better moment, it just MADE my day the way few things can. as they sang "every little thing gonna be alright" i could feel my soul becoming free and a huge smile bubbling up on my face. as i walked out of that train ride, i hummed up the stairs and all the way home that sweet song that put me right back in my high spirits. suddenly, it didn't matter so much that someone i trusted recently hurt me, that my weekend was over, that i had a splitting headache or - even - that i had ridden the whole way home without my beloved ipod.