Heaneyland!

In and around 42nd Street, mountains come out of the sky and they stand there, waiting for the walk signal

Leaving the subway this morning, I heard the strains of a female busker playing a folk song wafting up the stairs behind me. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. "Insiiiide out, outsiiiide in..." was the last thing I heard. As I emerged onto the street, I figured it out: she was playing a folkified version of "Perpetual Change" by Yes. I was tempted to go back down and listen to more, but duty called.