One Saturday afternoon when I was eleven, I was bored, flipping through the channels. Then I saw a man in a manhole and heard one of the most beautiful songs Id ever heard. It stopped me dead. It was so lovely, like a siren song. As soon as I found out who it was, I went downstairs to our record collection and pulled out every Beatles album we had and started listening. And Ive been more or less obsessed for the last twenty years. I still think of that moment every time I hear this song.
Posted on: Tue, 27 May 2014 01:03:32 +0000
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