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8 June 2010. Four hats and a bird. Morning sounds. An impossible leaf blower somewhere in the middle distance--winds of industry.
Listening to Aryeh Leib as he expounds on the fine points of Benya Krik's rise to fame. Kak eto delalos' v Odesse. How it was done in Odessa. The Russian, with its particular twists and turns--pauses and pilings-up, and a sweet irony throughout. Here we encounter neither pragmatism nor guilt, just a river of song. Well, more a stream--one with lots of rocks, and some deeper pools, breem hiding in the shadows, and a few seemingly aimless minnows darting about just under the surface...
Four hats and a bird...
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