by larryniven
You see, music has always worked for me like smells work for everyone else. People say this or that odor means HOME, but for me it's Tchaikovsky's "Lullaby." Whenever I want SUMMER, nothing tops Gershwin. The Beatles, they sound like CHILDHOOD. When she sang, I heard MYSELF – what could I do but fall in love?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
A Tribute to Haruki Murakami
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