From The New Yorker, 20 March 2017
When the song was over, a guitarist named Barry Komitor asked Tom Abbott, a clarinettist, about his plans for after the demonstration. “I’m gonna go eat some soup. And then I’m going to take off my overcoat and wear this tux,” Abbott said, revealing the outfit underneath. “I’m playing a party for a rich person in SoHo.”
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By 3:30 P.M., the assemblage had made it to Central Park. The marchers were continuing west to Columbus Circle, but the musicians were ready to call it quits. Spit had frozen in some instruments — “You see the ice?” Abbott said, pointing to frozen rivulets inside the bell of his clarinet.
…see the whole piece in the New Yorker here:http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/03/20/a-marching-band-at-the-march