I'm in Warsaw right now, seeing how Polish beatbox stacks up against the rest of Europe. Last night, I was over at a friend's place (I have 4 Polish friends, all of whom I met in Tuva last summer), left late and missed the last subway train back to the place I'm staying. I only realized this after waiting for about 15 minutes. The other two people waiting for the same train helpfully translated an announcement that came over the PA in Polish, apparently saying there wasn't going to be another train. As it turned out, not only did one of them speak English well, the other was a beatboxer and knew my host here. They helped me find a night bus home.
I'm going to enter this episode as evidence in my ongoing debate with various beatboxers about the costs & benefits of practicing in public. Some beatboxers feel it's an imposition on the people around you and won't practice anywhere except in the privacy of their own acoustically isolated bunkers. Others beatbox anywhere and everywhere they go. I'm more in the latter school, though I try to keep it quiet when there are other people around. So last night, when I was the only person in the subway station, I was practicing when these two guys walked in. Beatbox connection established!
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