I was reminded yesterday of one of my favourite Montreal busking stories. It was mid April, I think I had gone down to the Place Des Arts Metro station to take a bit of a break from studying for finals or writing a paper or some such nonsense. I was about halfway through my rendition of Portishead's "Glorybox" when a woman joined in with what sounded to me like a kind of guttural beat boxing, it was unlike anything I've ever heard. Before leaving to catch her train, she explained that it was actually Inuit throat singing. Now don't that just beat all?