It was one of those magical early-morning moments that make you glad to be up before anyone else. A man wearing blue shorts, white sneakers, and a red-and-black plaid Pendleton-style shirt is singing on State Street at the top of his lungs. He’s holding a window washer squeegee pole with a Bluetooth speaker box attached to the end. Blasting out of the speaker is what passes for his backup band. It’s way too early in the day for street musicians to be setting up shop.
Is he a nut?
No, it’s Elvis. Or more precisely, it’s El Voz del Rey, aka The Voice of the King. And El Voz is totally for real, crooning, purring, growling, belting, hiccupping, and singing to the dawn of a brand-new day. The dawn, it turns out, is enjoying the attention and reciprocates with a splash of radiance both warm and cool.