The Led was out yesterday.

First: while walking down Vanderbilt in Prospect Heights, a man rode past on a bicycle with a boombox strapped to the front, blasting Kashmir.

Second: Kashmir again, in a surprisingly divey bar in Soho over a $4 Dos Equis, part of a jukebox set that included Freebird twice.

I just heard a busker in the Atlantic Center subway stop playing The Carpenters's Superstar. Amplified guitar, kind of loose reggae vibe, rich, soulful but not overly ornamental vocals. It took me a minute to recognize the song and reminded me of Seu Jorge covering David Bowie for The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou.

I wish I'd given him a dollar.

My husband knows things like: the bass player from Yes played a Rickenbacker.

I know things like: all the lyrics to Whitney Houston's 1988 Olympics theme One Moment In Time. (And not just because I had the solo in junior high choir.)