There's a strange music in the air. I was waiting for the bus around the feet of the new convention center. They were cutting concrete with a giant circular saw blade. Someone crankin' the bass, shaking the glass in the windows at FAO Schwartz. A young girl's voice begging her parents "please"?


I know this city has its music. I don't make any demands. I just make sure my mood is wait-ful, and catch it when it sings.