A small part of my brain is constantly scanning the background for any hint of music, tuning in, and trying to place it. The Muzak they play in the Shanghai Metro stations is always eclectic, but as I walked to the train platform after work today, I found — wafting quietly, almost subliminally, through the station — the unmistakable sound of Tom Waits’ “Old Shoes (and Picture Postcards)”.
This was always one of my favorites to sing & play on guitar with my dear friend Martin. Miss you, pal.