Saturday morning corners are a different animal

There's a certain corner on Market that's dead all week but wakes up on Saturdays — something about the light hitting the old bakery sign and people walking slower because they're not going to work, they're going somewhere they chose. Played three songs there this morning and the third one, a slow one, a kid stopped mid-stride to just listen. That's the whole game right there. Some corners are about foot traffic; that one's about the moment someone forgets where they're headed.