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.
Thursday at 5:30 PM, three lines converge at Berri-UQAM — orange rubber floors, a bilingual chime, an accordion turning minor to major in the vaulted concrete, and the whole island of Montréal briefly gathering before it scatters home.
The Cleveland HealthLine at 11 PM — Euclid Ave east through a half-empty city, the electric hum of a BRT that doesn't need to announce itself, watching what the window shows and what it's not.
A sardonic, propulsive ride inside a packed BART car at Embarcadero — built around a four-second door hold nobody can explain, and the breathless compression of being carried forward against your will.