Soundtrack Subterranea #8: The Masked Man
Cory Hoover approaches his perch in the Metropolitan Ave. G station like any other busker, first setting down an acoustic guitar and putting out an upturned hat, making sure to lay down some seed cash.
To commuters who have yet to snake their way from the Lorimer L platform to where Cory performs he is just another busker, a folksy singer making his way through the scraps of bohemian New York. That is, until he comes into full view — until they see his golden mask and leopard print kaftan.
“I don’t want to live in the shadow of the beats or anything. I have this image of this art piece. It’s a flame, an eternal flame, it’s constantly burning, and it’s a pile of Jack Kerouac books.”