You stand below the large neon sign of the New Yorker shopping mall. Right at the time square. It’s raining. So much so, that you need to wait for now. Sheltered only from the sign above the apartment complex.

The moment you reach your destination, a record label across the street, one of the artist you will be around for a long time, stands behind the table. His cowboy hat with many red leather strings attached, covers his face. You can still tell, he’s looking right at you.