No. It's not ground zero. It's New York City during the Great Depression. Interestingly enough the lone hound stares into the manmade camera as if to ask: humans, what have you wrought upon us?

How could small shacks be erected for Americans to live in amongst such tall buildings in the most "modern" city in the world?

Can New York City survive the most devastating tragedy in its history? And, if it does, how important is art, or entertainment within that survival? Is it even necessary? Does music enhance life in the course of such an uphill struggle, or is it merely about the "bottom line"? What makes us feel better about it all, a new car or live music? And, if the answer is a new car, what does that say of us and the condition of our souls?

In the Depression era underground music and entertainment thrived and birthed a renaissance. Why isn't that the case now?

What is the future for live music in New York City?