This is no ordinary door in a Chicago parking garage. This is a door with an uncanny talent for musical mimicry. A door that sounds remarkably like the trumpet of the late, great Miles Davis . How did we snooze on this? We have no suitable answer. But we're keeping our ears pierced for subway brake screeches that sound like Albert Ayler solos.
[Props to Mr. King for the upload; h/t Dante Carfagna]