"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Lesson learned the hard way #1742
"Empty" train stops probably have someone hiding behind a pillar, which they'll peek around when they hear you singing offkey.
(The song in question has a lot of sharps, and it's very, very easy to not quite hit the right notes. )
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