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It begins with nervous laughter, creaking springs, builds to loud supplications to Jesus and God, ends in final melting moans. Funny how little the notes vary; more classical than baroque; more advertising jingle than hallelujah. The simple sounds of who we are, where we come from, what we do to each other played on mortal organs by ardent amateurs, overheard through thin motel walls. - mce
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Motel Wall Concerts
It begins with nervous laughter, creaking springs, builds to loud supplications to Jesus and God, ends in final melting moans. Funny how little the notes vary; more classical than baroque; more advertising jingle than hallelujah. The simple sounds of who we are, where we come from, what we do to each other played on mortal organs by ardent amateurs, overheard through thin motel walls. - mce
mike-essig
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
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