Dear Dodoheads,
Here is a song, your song for today, that will carry you away with its airy vocals and lilting chords. If you are like, maybe of a certain age, you will be carried to a time past as well; a time where the room was filled with paint fumes and pencil shavings; the deep concrete sill of the window is covered with bird seed, and pigeons have come to eat. The sky is light but not blue, and very large. The song is playing on a tape that a comrade has given you, and the swirling sounds suggest even more and further endlessnesses.
* Am I allowed to use this image image without clear understanding of air pressure high in the atmosphere? Yes, yes I can; and you can too! Because, kittens, we are using it in appreciation of its formal beauty, its aesthetic qualities.
