Wednesday, December 3, 2008

how many times must the piper be paid for his song?

one of my dearest childhood memories, this beautiful, beautiful song.
my father used to play newburys music to me. once he put on 'an american trilogy', put out all the lights and placed himself next to me on the floor in my room, and we just listened. and he wept. strange as it may seem, that memory is so beautiful to me.

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