At the Museum: Please Hold

Alec Wilkinson

IF YOU THINK that Friday and Saturday nights at the Metropolitan Museum are ladies’ nights, you may have met Walter Martin. In 1994, when Martin was nineteen, he worked at the Met as a visitor-services assistant. He sold tickets and helped operate the switchboard. He had spent a year in college in Colorado and had come back East— he is from D.C.—to play in a band called Jonathan Fire*Eater, and later in a band called the Walkmen, which made seven records between 2002 and 2012, then, according to its Web site, went on hiatus in 2013, but is probably broken up, Martin says. Martin is tall, with a narrow face and hair like a field that has been battered by the wind. He has a new record, called “Arts & Leisure,”…

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The New Yorker (Digital) - 1 Issue, February 22, 2016

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