A sound wafts down the corridor under 14th Street between Sixth and Seventh Avenues, greeting passengers getting on and off the L, F, and red line trains. Caught in swatches at first, it slowly becomes familiar, a melody heard a thousand times before. Recognition clicks as the source comes into view: it’s an old Beatles tune, sung in a slightly nasal tenor reminiscent of the young John Lennon. When speaking, however, Zack Heru’s voice is a scratchy baritone.
“I’m here to be seen, to be spotted. It’s an advertisement,” the Beatles busker says. “Too many talented people die unnoticed, like apples on a tree.”