One night, passing through Park Slope on an almost-empty F train and listening to to the Mountain Goats' Tallahassee for the tenth dozen time, I suddenly heard strings in a track that I never realized had strings before. I turned off my iPod only to realize the strings were still going. Turning around, I realized that during the previous stop, directly behind me, a busker had wheeled in a cello and a stool and started playing.
Nat Baldwin plays a bass, but I relive that weird, incongruous feeling listening to his new album. Here's him playing the track "Weights":