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The Man Who Played The Fiddle At The Reassigned Gate Declines To Be Interviewed, And Corrects Us On The Way Out

Three hours of playing, no tune repeated, six offers refused. The only line he cleared for print is a correction of us.

The man who played a fiddle for three hours near a reassigned gate on July 22 has declined an interview with this publication. He has now appeared in the paper twice, in an audit and in a review, and has never been named in either. This makes three.

He did not decline to talk. He talked for two hours, at a table in concourse B, and answered everything he was asked. What he declined was to be quoted or identified, which he explained is a different thing and which he was right about. This desk therefore has a complete account of the afternoon and is permitted to print one sentence of it. That sentence is below. The rest is not going anywhere.

The Correction He Asked For

The one thing he wanted printed is about us. This paper has twice reported that nobody offered him anything for the three hours and that he kept the fiddle. The second half is true. The first half is wrong, and it has been wrong in print since July, and he raised it in the first ten minutes.

Six people offered. Two of them twice. He declined all six, which is his business and not the correction. The correction is that a line reading nobody offered him anything makes a concourse full of stranded travelers look ungenerous in order to make one man look unlucky, and he objects to the trade. He asked that the record show they offered. It does now.

"Print that they offered. That is the only part of this that is about somebody other than me." The fiddle player, cleared for publication

The Part A Sports Desk Can Check

Whether he was good is a culture desk question and the culture desk has already answered it twice. This desk was sent because sports reporters check one thing, which is whether the performance happened the way people say it happened. It did, and it is better than reported.

Three hours and eleven minutes, gate to gate, with no break longer than the time it takes to retune. Forty-one tunes. Not one of them played twice. The desk reconstructed the set from phone video supplied by two passengers who did not know each other and were seated ninety feet apart, and the two lists agree at every point where they overlap. A man playing to a crowd that cannot leave has every reason to repeat himself and no audience that would notice. He did not repeat himself.

For scale, the arrangement he was playing over was timed by the culture desk at four hours and twenty minutes, gate to gate. He covered three hours and eleven of it unaccompanied, unpaid, and unbilled, in a corridor with the acoustics of a corridor.

He also pointed out, on the way out, that this desk had honored a request it was in no position to refuse. Nobody here had learned his name. He said the paper should not get credit for withholding something it never had, and that if it wanted to print something honest it could print that. This is that.

Editor's note: Tomas Reyes has objected that a story assembled entirely from material the subject will not let us publish should not count toward the deadpan competition. The judges have ruled that it counts, on the grounds that filing anyway is the entire discipline. Kyle Saunders leads by one. Tomas disputes the judging criteria.