The weekend after the planes hit the World Trade Center, I wandered around New York filming musicians who took to the streets to entertain people with a profound need to share their disbelief over the event. These musicians appeared in Union Square.

Everyone would simply gather around the singers and either listen or sing along. The thought of staying home alone while trying to process the feelings about what happened seemed impossible. There was an immense need to share the experience.

This group is singing Violent Femme's "Blister in the Sun."

Blister in the Sun
Violent Femmes

when im a walking i strut my stuff,
and im so strung out,
im high as a kite i just might stop to check u out,

let me go on like a blister in the sun
let me go on begin to know u one

body beats i stain the sheets,
i dont even know why,
my girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry,

let me go on like a blister in the sun,
let me go on begin to know you one,

when im a walking i strut my stuff,
and im so strung out,
im high as a kite i just might stop to check you out,

and then, and then, body beats i stain the sheets,
i dont even know why,
my girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry,

let me go on like a blister in the sun
let me go on begin to know you one,
f****ing s**t
oh oh oh oh

let me go on like a blister in the sun,
let me go on begin to know u one
f***ing s**t