Yoko Ono's Air Talk is one of my favorite ideas; not necessarily as music but for its thoughtfulness and originality of insight.
I love the hopeful romanticism that no matter how great the separation we are each joined to the other with air though there's the concomitant sadness that no matter how close we are physically, air is always between us.
I've realized the older I get, the more time I spend ruminating on ideas and concepts that in my youth never even registered, so to speak, on my radar. I tell myself I'm getting more introspective and thoughtful but, I know myself too well and recognize that whole belief as the awful offal it is.
Most of the time, all I have to show for my deep thoughts is a blinding headache. Who says God has no sense of humor, right? Besides, my deep thoughts would barely come to my ankles.
And then I stumble across something like this.
Bim! Les moulins de mon cœur.
-bill kenny
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