Old, sad songs. I used to cradle ten month old Yitzhak and walk around the room with him while I played this album. Nine and a bit years on, it was in an old box of the newspapers that published a few of my stories. Under the stratum of human interest and interesting tragedy, the story of others reflects a shady back image of my own history - all out of context and narrative - to the core of some ten year old music I felt deeply once, but understand better now.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 23:49:27 +0000
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