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![]() In one dream I was the snow, and my music came out as water.May 8, 2008 at 10:57 AM In a sodden state I lay melting, high up on an overhang. Peering down below, I spied a reflecting pool--an obsidian portal into the conservatory world, beyond which were great teachers and prodigious students and all that is good and ideal. Not that I myself could gain entrance as it were, but if I aimed my drips carefully, my music would then dissolve into theirs. I watched as tiny ripples formed in the looking glass--drip, drip, drip--and hoped that they wouldn't notice. Just in case that sort of thing wasn't allowed.
From Jim W. Miller
I looked up this old song (1958) on youtube. It always sounded like a classical-style arrangement to me. Now I noticed the instrumentation is harpsichord and bass! Their NY accents are funny, like callers on the Howard Stern show.Posted on May 9, 2008 at 11:14 PM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQJC--pmlHo
From Emily Grossman
Good thing they wrote out the lyrics, or I would've gone around singing, "'Cause what's suffocation without romance?" :)
Posted on May 10, 2008 at 5:41 PM From Jim W. Miller
I can't figure out where they even thought of or found a harpsichord in 1958. Interesting. They were big briefly ten years later, though. Became very chic in a Revolutionary War era / Addams Family sort of way.
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