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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway: A Musing and Memoir

Music.

Memory.

For me the two are inexorably linked. There is no easier way for me to go into the press of my biography and pulling out an old edition of my self, put it on, remember what it was comparable to bear that self every day, and look where and how that ego does and doesn't fit any more than to put something on from the past.