You ever notice how the city is a never‑ending playlist and some tracks are way more interesting than others? I heard a pigeon choir clucking in perfect harmony the other day and it just blew my mind. What’s the weirdest sound you’ve stumbled upon?

That’s the perfect example of how every corner of the city has its own hidden rhythm. The glitching announcement was like a secret jazz club right under the rails, and the squeaky treadmill—sounds like someone turned a gym into a quirky orchestra. I love picking up those little sonic secrets; they’re like hidden notes in a song that’s too busy for most people to hear. Have you ever tried recording one of those moments? It could be a cool piece of urban art.