there is a crack in everything/
that´s how the light gets in/
L. Cohen
Can´t really tell one from another. Can´t exactly guess when did he leave the band. Can´t even say I particularly like him among the others. I just showed up at his home this morning. His voice was kind and mellow. He was basically muttering about some records he wanted to show me and could not find. Room and floor where made out of wood. Old TV. High ceiling. A heavy turntable covered in some kind of powder- I could hear some mockingbirds out there. Could have been a shed or we just were in a cabin in the middle of a forest. There was another man in the room, almost like a projection. A man in his sixties, bald, sweeping in circles on a perfectly clean floor, mumbling something about some furry animals and a pict. Then Syd showed up with the record.
