One self-important fuckwit has been gleefully pissing all over what’s left of the downtown street art scene of late.
Witness his recent artful remix of this classic.
“Jim Joe” is his moniker. Banksy he ain’t. If you see this guttersnipe scrawling meth head banalities on stuff and photographing it, kindly consider punching him in the crotch.
Good music in the subways is getting rarer, but this West African guy lifts my soul without fail every time I’m lucky enough to encounter him.
If you see him, flip him a buck or five and bask in the music for a while. There’s always another train right behind. And the check is in the mail. And it’s only a cold sore.
Lower Second Avenue, Manhattan. This guy is fun and rich in imagery.