Another addicting Parov Stelar. Is it possible not to hear ‘tiger’ all the time?
My grandmother, as I learned afterwards, had at first chosen Mussel’s poems, a volume of Rousseau, and Indiana; for while she considered light reading as unwholesome as sweets and cakes, she did not reflect that the strong breath of genius must have upon the very soul of a child an influence at once more dangerous and less quickening than those of fresh air and country breezes upon his body.
I’m just too tired, but here’s some brilliant music for the night. I bet you didn’t know this one.
Rooftops dance in the morning.