“Excuse me”—I keep walking. As one does. Vaguely aware of two young women sitting off to the side of the sidewalk and laughing, I quickly come to the conclusion that they’re trying to ask for money.But the voice repeats and
Such a simple post by Suzanne Vega; such a beautiful story. In case you can’t read the writing (although I think the penmanship, which is presumably Prince’s, is charming), it says: Dearest Suzanne, Luka is the most compelling piece of music I’ve heard
via holykaw.alltop.com I don’t know why, but stuff like this kind of chokes me up. I just think it’s beautiful in some way that’s tough to articulate. I guess it seems to be as much a force of nature as winged migration and the tides.