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posted by
lyknliken
on July 11, 2008 at 4:14 AM
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Someone in my neighborhood played bagpipe music on Sundays
Recorded, but faint and clear in the quiet there used to be on Sunday mornings. Maybe that's where I got the taste for it.
Ah, if they could only change key...........
posted by
majroj
on March 16, 2008 at 8:04 PM
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excellent, love!
posted by
BC-A
on March 16, 2008 at 4:59 PM
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My Grandfather's house was like that...magical indeed...
posted by
teddypoet_TheGoodByeFade
on March 15, 2008 at 1:05 PM
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way back when
When I lived way out in the country many years ago, I had a neighbor whose house I still had not seen, not even the outside. But every Sunday morning I could hear the jazz music coming from the woods. It was wonderful!
posted by
kmer
on March 15, 2008 at 1:02 PM
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sam444, life IS, truly IS grand, isn't it?!?!?!?!?
posted by
benzinha
on March 9, 2008 at 11:30 AM
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Re: Lucky you
wild urban spaces are wonderful things. I try to make my little garden as undesert like as possible, without planting non-native things which drink too much water.
Your garden in London sounds as though I would have liked it enormously. Then, add reggae music and well, heaven doesn't draw much closer to earth than that....thanks for that mind picture from your memory. Now, I own it, too.
posted by
benzinha
on March 9, 2008 at 11:29 AM
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Life is grand! sam
posted by
sam444
on March 8, 2008 at 1:54 PM
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Lucky you
I remember in London that reggae would drift through the spring air across the rear gardens.
At the front of the houses all was orderly. At the back was a wildnerness loosely marked by falling down fences and trees but really a wild urban space.
posted by
Azur
on March 8, 2008 at 12:31 PM
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