Echo Park – Elle Rasmussen stood between The House of Spirits and the burrito stand on Echo Park Avenue. Her guitar playing was unaccompanied by any amp, so the acoustic notes had to make do with traffic, people chatting on the street and the rest of the neighborhood. But Miss Elle, as she had painted on her guitar case, sang on, and her voice lingered between the pauses. It was the softest voice in the city at the moment, what with a music festival drumming up its own sounds down the street, but it was Miss Elle’s soft notes that lingered like falling feathers. It’s ridiculous what sonic vibrations can accomplish. Godspeed, Elle.