Les shows me his new Braun tape deck. "After I've played them three or four times I can hear records begin to grind down.
Now I play them once, to tape." He's got a wall of them, uncirculated coins.
Things go by, the summer draining into the fall; breweries consolidalte, there's a golf course where the woods were.
We're like a fire and save things from ourselves.
Furtwängler's too-fast fourth movement that I love,
Coltrane breaking his breath in the hissing rapids,
Janis in heat,
Janis in scratch,
Bjørling's beautiful voice ruined by whisky -- fuzz on the ripe notes and fuzz continuing to grow.
