Tuesday 9 September 2008

Bright Lights, Big City

'This cousin had a girlfriend with cheekbones to break your heart, and you knew she was the real thing when she steadfastly refused to acknowledge your presence. She possessed secrets - about islands, about horses, about french pronunciation - that you would never know'.

'The music is just about loud enough to drive everything between your ears down through the spinal column into your bones, and possibly you can shake it out via your fingertips, femurs and toes'.

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