Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Mid-70s soul in thickly blowing snow. Store full. Random House order not in evidence. Drifts avalanching off the awning at regular half-hour intervals. The scrape of a Duchamp readymade out on the sidewalk.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

(Updated to reflect the "Demo" -- and to my mind, superior -- version on high repeat all day in the shop. Slower drums; slower, more teased-out and carefully enunciated vocals. And that haunting piano at 0:22; 0:43; 1:11-12)

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