Those that know me know that I am often foaming at the mouth about the street musicians here in Portland. It’s not that I dislike music. Nor is it that I consider it a less than honorable profession. It’s just that all too often, they keep me from getting any work done.

For example, on Monday afternoon my workday was shattered by two guys banging on drums. It was louder in my office than my stereo was. The bass drum literally made my windows rattle in their frames. It was impossible to concentrate while this was going on. Fortunately, it only lasted about a half hour.

And I have proof:

Well, at least one guy enjoyed it. That old guy in white must be a fan, because he was certainly getting down to the rhythm.