Music memory
I’ve said before that music is the surest way for me to be pulled into the past. It’s like a wormhole–one minute I’m minding my own business, listening to one … Continue Reading →
Musings on begrudgingly hipster life in northern California (San Francisco). A blog about the extraordinarily ordinary.
I’ve said before that music is the surest way for me to be pulled into the past. It’s like a wormhole–one minute I’m minding my own business, listening to one … Continue Reading →