Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2024/05/16/harpists-calm-composure-infuriates-self-appointed-harp-cop.html
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They seemed to say “the Karen council” which would seemingly imply some level of self-awareness on the person harping on the harpist? Or was that an intentional miscaption?
Perhaps it’s a town called Karen, or Caeren or something similar?
The video is amazing. Some people just really hate knowing other people can feel joy.
For the looks of if Robyn Hearts Harp is based down in London. Maybe we are mishearing Camden?
Yeah was gonna say Mark kinda buried the lede here.
“the haunting fear that someone somewhere is having a good time.”
HL Menken, I think referring to the Karen council lols
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from the schools
I was standing on a noisy corner
Waiting for the walking green
Across the street he stood
And he played real good
On his clarinet, for free.
I haven’t the slightest idea why I chased down this particular rabbit hole, but there are TikTok comments that say it’s “Harrow Council,” and evidence suggests that they’re correct. The store behind her appears to be the British Heart Foundation at 57 St Anne’s Road in Harrow.
Google Street View is from before the store was opened, but you can see the windows and awning above (as well as the drain pipe) match the video.
Harpist calm while harped upon by carping cop.
The real headline, well done.
Geez, the busybodies out there. When I hear a noise/sound, or experience a smell that I don’t like, I just keep walking, problem solved.
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What a singularly unpleasant creature. Its social calendar must be simply brimming, dawling.
On Twitter this was captioned with: “actual video of a British person arriving in Heaven”.
That was beautiful. Calmist interactive with a rude person I’ve seen. The harp music just makes it perfect.
It’s the dreaded “Council of Karens”
She’s supremely calm and collective. Because unbeknownst to us all, she’s using the harp to open a dimensional rift in order to unleash the Armies of the Fae and destroy us all.
Oh. Per the photo I thought this took place in some sort of mirror universe. Although, Camden…
Anyway, people like her are why we still can have nice things after all.
Right? The only time I can think of where I legit wanted a busker to stop doing what they were doing was a fellow who used to drum on 5-gallon paint buckets at the Spring St. subway station in SoHo. And even then, it wasn’t so much an issue of me not liking the music, but more that it was deafening and you couldn’t escape it. This harpist seems to be causing neither problem.