Killing it softly with his song

There goes Black Jesus. There go the screaming man and Renee, who lives in Baldwin Lofts with her black pugs. There go the construction workers with their caulking guns and the techies with their Bluetooths.

The scenes and characters at the corner of Main and Corcoran streets are better than an afternoon at the movies. Today’s adventure in city living is brought to you by Roberta Flack and/or the Fugees, depending on your generations.

I could hear a guy playing harmonica right outside the INDY’s ground-floor window. I ran out there as the song was ending. At first, I couldn’t peg the tune, but then I started humming “Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words …” Yep, “Killing Me Softly With His Song,” which was a hit for Flack in 1973 and the Fugees in 1996.

Here’s the final 47 seconds of the song.