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Thursday, January 19, 2012

and I let the music wash over me

"Kurt sings 'Baby’s Arms', as if he was musically prolonging a precious moment, stolen, as if this musical bit inserted itself in the enchanted parentheses of a business man."

"The voices were powerful, the sounds of guitars and drums and more guitar an excellent score for this afternoon, making us all forget how hot and tired we were and remember why it was we were here..."

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