If
rap is
urban poetry, this is urban
music.
Free virtuoso public percussion performance of one man, his skillz, and a dozen upturned
garbage cans, old
pots,
traffic cones and
shopping carts. Be
generous; even though there's low
overhead, he is still a
street person.
Note bene: the term refers more to the style than to the actual means of production, but this is still undoubtedly its coolest incarnation.
Witnessed in Washington, DC.
Also, the nickname for the character Estragon in Samuel Beckett's play Waiting for Godot.