(Sometimes I forget about these characters, and they return to me when I'm driving, or when I hear a very good lyric. These people have embodied music for me. Joyous music and traveling.
Like the boy I saw playing the HANG instrument in Hoboken Station. And then the girl and the guitar.
And then there was the CRASH. And I did not go back to Hoboken or the ferry. Which made me sad.)
Like the boy I saw playing the HANG instrument in Hoboken Station. And then the girl and the guitar.
And then there was the CRASH. And I did not go back to Hoboken or the ferry. Which made me sad.)
