I arrived today in Aberdeen, Scotland for a few days of work (after which I'm on to a few days in Paris - w00t!). Our little group of three went out for some lunch and as we walked out of the pub to return to the hotel, strains of something familiar hit my ears. I could just barely make it out - is was so indistinct that I wasn't sure which direction the sound was coming from, or that I was even hearing it at all. (I have a tendency to hear phantom rings, so other phantom noises surely aren't that far off.) It sounded like an electric guitar, but was I really hearing what I thought I was hearing? As we walked through a courtyard and onto the main street, the sound became not simply clearer, but unmistakable. There I was, on Union Street on a gray day in Scotland, listening to a street performance of a song that made me grin from ear to ear.
The man was playing "Sweet Home Alabama." They might as well have rolled out a red carpet, because I felt totally, cosmically welcomed.