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Lesson for My Son III : An excerpt from badbadbad, a multimedia novel
There were long pauses in our conversation as we sipped our drinks and stared at the silent cartoons. The music in the background mixed pop and classical standards – the Beatles, Brahms, Irving Berlin – but the kicker was the instrument: solo mandolin. While I can’t recall the name of the artist, I remember how on the CD front he wore a black tux, with a baby-blue bow-tie and cummerbund, and a gray cowboy hat. With a heavy sigh she said the songs made her feel light and airy like fairy dust. “If I could disappear into the stars . . .” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
By Jesús Ãngel GarcÃa.