Flango itself
If you think you're going to find out anything about Flango here, you may have a long wait ahead.
A sub-genre of electric instrumental music that never caught on.
Crescat musica, vita excolatur.
If you think you're going to find out anything about Flango here, you may have a long wait ahead.
Currently reading -- and being bowled over by -- "The Aerialist" by Richard Schmitt. Although it's not likely to be tagged as The Great American Novel, i keep encountering pages and pages of transcendent writing, stuff that completely floats me away from my exurban living room and balances me on top of a flexible wire, five-eighths of an inch thick, or elbows me into the middle of a smoky pie car on a circus train.
Definitely worth a read.
Labels: Criticism
Kid A: You wanna play cops and robbers?
Kid B: Ok. You pretend you're at the doughnut station, getting doughnuts.
--10.oct.05
Labels: Overheard on the playground