New York 1970 Maya didn't miss a beat. She dropped to one knee beside the wooden crates, her fingers walking rapidly across the album spines until she extracted a slightly worn sleeve. "If Debussy was a painter," Maya said, pulling the black vinyl free, "this next guy was a minimalist with a pencil. Erik Satie... [ read more ]
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