Each weekday, one indie-rock track inspired by a specific North American subway scene — a 2am A-train, BART on the day you got laid off, the TTC on a Monday, a NYC mariachi band ambushing the 6 line.
The Brown Line hits the Ravenswood curve as a summer storm comes in off Lake Michigan. Iron shudders, lightning whites out the skyline, a kid palms the glass. A propulsive indie-rock vignette about the particular aliveness of being up high in the storm.
BART, Embarcadero, 8:32 AM, the day the layoffs land. Badge lanyards and unread Slack notifications under the fluorescent hum of the transbay tube — a D-minor indie-rock vignette about the kind of morning you learn to feel.
The A express rolls through Brooklyn at 2 AM. A construction worker asleep against the glass, a couple gone quiet, a teenager reading the ceiling. Nobody boards at Fulton, High St, or Jay. The sound of the tracks is the loudest thing.