Cigarrette Smoke. New York. Romance. Style. Charm. Class.
Wish I could have been there.
Dean Martin - Let Me Go, Lover
9 years ago
Friday, January 8, 2010
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- J. Gomez
- I have considerable thoughts amidst perpetual trains of brainless banter, a decent grasp on words between internet slang and profanity, and quite the imagination contained in a brain consumed with logic.
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
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Wow! It's been such a long time since i've listened to Dean Martin. His music is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt really is. It makes me wish I were living in another time. Thanks for the comment. xo
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ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. I think that's what I like so much about old music, especially fifties and sixties. It makes me wish I was there.
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