In the midst of a family party, my father and I compare notes on Grisha's music lecture/performance.
Your sister gave me a CD a while ago, he says. Guitar music. I used to listen to it, but it got boring. He ways this sheepishly, as if it's his fault.
I'm going to get it out and listen to it again, he says, see if I hear different things in it now.
Monday, May 26, 2008
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