Thursday, August 31, 2006

Happy 61st, Van Morrison.

I'll never forget the first time I heard you, as I was having lunch - roast beef on a bulkie with Russian dressing - in a little sandwich shop called Hazen's, on my first day in Cambridge, Massachusetts, when someone played "Brown-Eyed Girl" on the jukebox. Little did I know that even better things were to come.

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