My wife and I were in Hong Kong, coming off one of the MTR stations, when we heard music far off in the distance.
When you get off of a train, you can go several blocks underground before you get to go back up to street level.
We kept walking, the music got louder.
We came up on a Chinese man sitting on a box that was about six inches square and two feet tall, playing a two-stringed Chinese fiddle called an erhu and a harmonica in a bamboo harness, a la Dylan.
And what made it truly "Twilight Zone" was the fact that we'd come halfway around the world, and the first busker was not only playing music from the American Southeast, but archaic folk music: Oh, Susannah.
And you don't have to ask. I've played instruments for money in my past, so naturally I tipped him well.
I’ve heard that instrument, it has very sweet tones. I know a woman who plays it, she just picked it up and plays it by ear. Amazing talent.
Lately I’ve been entranced by the water harmonica.