Stop Me If You've Heard This One

Last month, late on a New York winter's night I hailed a cab, slid in, focused for a few seconds on the driver—a young hispanic according to his hack license—and drifted away. It took me a while to realize I was singing along with the cabbie's portable FM and that he was, too. As we raced up First Avenue, lost in our respective thoughts, Gonzalo & I were both helping out on 'Take Jt To The Limit.'