Something strange has happened to the ice cream trucks -- no longer are we subject to endless repetition of the same semi-identifiable plinky versions of Camptown Races, Pop Goes the Weasel, and The Maiden's Prayer (which took me half a year to identify, and only via its ironic use in Mahagonny, and which in this jaunty plinky pitch-approximate context always sounded like a soldiers' chorus from some mercifully lesser-known Gounod opera). Now the trucks are playing digitized plinky medleys. And there are new tunes. Can that have been The Yellow Rose of Texas I just heard demonstrating the compositional possibilities of the Doppler Effect?
The bagpipe band which practices on summer evenings a few blocks away also has new tunes this year -- I haven't heard The Rowan Tree once so far, which has always been the strongest of their three or so tunes -- so between them and the ice cream people, we can look forward to a whole new aural experience in the 'hood.