Slow Magic was the musical artist we planned to see at a bar near 6th Street a few weeks ago. We bought our tickets and took a bus to downtown. Unfortunately, when we arrived it seemed the small venue was at capacity, which meant we had to wait in line for people to leave. As we trudged to the back of the line a homeless man sat right next to our spot in the line. It was cold and dark, but the man seemed like he was alright. Eventually we struck up a conversation, and the topic turned to music as one could hear traces of what was played inside. He said, “Music touches the soul,” a phrase I didn’t understand, but politely nodded and smiled. As we slowly shuffled forward in line, the man seemed to recede into the darkness. Finally at the front, the bouncer opened the door and the chill vibes of Slow Magic echoed out into the street. As we walked towards the open door, I swear I could feel the music of Austin touch my soul.