This sadness does something to you. I remember exactly how I bought Sketches of Spain in a store for used vinyl at Mercer Street corner Bleecker in New York, for $3,99. It was the time after CD’s had conquered the market and people sold their vinyl records in order to replace them by discs. That’s …
by Mark Lager
We are listening to the city at night, but we hear only the nothingness of silence. We are back inside the church as the humming of the organ and the tentative, two-note guitar strum return us to the revival.
What was this truth so deep and profound that it could not be spoken in words but only carried on the night wind through the streets in acts of silence?
It was revolution.
It was that which is called peaceful.
