I can't remember when waiting for SEPTA was so satisfying.
Friday afternoon, I'm in Suburban Station, with a few minutes to kill, and I happen upon a crowd gathering with signs and sheet music. Turns out it's a performance of the Philadelphia Complaint Choir, and for the next six or so minutes I get treated to a musical rendering of many annoying things about living in this city, including.
New Jersey drivers.
Casinos next door.
Did we mention New Jersey drivers?
Over and over, with a poopy chorus.
Well, someone made a video of what I happened upon. My only complaint is that they didn't capture the street person who joined in toward the end, and deserves a solo at the next and last time this is performed, which will be at the Painted Bride, Wednesday at 6 p.m.
UPDATE: There's been a call from the comments section for lyrics. Shelley Spector of the choir project sent this along, the working lyrics from a few weeks ago: