Flushing strummed last night with Queens’ Music Workshop, riffing NYC’s spring at a Main Street studio. Musician Lena Carter taught chords as 40 played, a $15 class for sound kids. It’s borough tunes—pure Queens vibe, strings hot. A kid plucked a riff; a pro hit a beat. ‘Queens plays—this is it,’ Carter says, tuning guitars. The room turned stage.
The shop’s fresh—March 27’s start, it doubled since RSVPs, packing seats by 6 p.m. Carter’s a Corona strummer; last night’s crowd hit max—notes rang. A latecomer nabbed a pick; jams buzzed—NYC grit glowed. Songs hit the air—music ruled. #QueensMusicShop trended; Brooklyn wants a chord.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a newbie, dodging strums. Space pinched—latecomers stood; groove held. A string snapped—swapped quick; play rolled. Staten wants a turn, but Flushing owns it—tunes rule. The studio’s never jammed so bold.
Carter’s teasing a recital, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s sound—this lifts it,’ she says, packing gear. The shop’s a Queens win—grit meets groove. It’s a music rush; join the next. Bring a pick—riffs call.