october comes with rain and cold. i listen to jose gonzalez while going home, i watch the city through the wet window. and it reminds me so much of the last year, of last winter, tangerines, etc. i'm tired of dante and his divine comedy, but obsessed with 'september issue'. sounds naive, but i want to be there, right in the ny city and be a little fly on the anna's desk.
my music this evening is nostalgic.
under pressure. always loved that bass sounds at the begininig.
