This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
I am going to be provocative
I don't wish to ruffle sophisticated feathers, but a certain thing must be stated (so it gets registered in time and space):
Van Cliburn's Chopin makes a peculiar and lasting impression, has a unique intensity, is aesthetically remarkable.
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