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          • December 8, 2012 1:01 am

            The Band - The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down - The Last Waltz

            I don’t listen to music the way I used to. These days I’ll hear something in a song that I’ll need to hear over and over again. I listen to it several times and then it just kinda plays in my head for a few weeks. I’ll play it every now and again during this time, I don’t really listen to anything else. Its like I’m using the song to polish a diamond or as a mantra to keep my bearings in a strange land.

            This song is amazing in all the usual ways but what strikes me is that it’s a fairly elaborate structure built and designed to totally let yourself go in. Like designing an entire space program just to launch yourself into the sun.

            Whatever it is, it makes me intensely happy.

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