Culture isn’t only what gets funded. It’s what people risk doing in public when the acoustics are bad and the cops are bored.
I followed a cello down a stairwell and found twenty strangers deciding, in real time, whether to clap between movements. Spoiler: kindness won.
High culture is a rented tux; street culture is a patched jacket. Cities need both zippers.
Support the ticketed hall—but tip the tunnel, too. That’s where auditions never end.