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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 Chorus, and for the next six or so minutes I got treated to a musical rendering of many things that are annoying about living in this city, including:

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.

SEPTA.

New Jersey drivers.

Casinos next door.

Call centers.

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:

Philadelphia Complaint Choir