I'm sitting here on the cusp of something. Beautiful musical interpretations of the crazy medieval poetry of Alfonso X El Sabio plays in my headphones, reminding me of a rainy January day four years ago when I first read those words on a dry far-away braille page. Now his words are alive in music, a crazy mixture of Arabic and Spanish, Celtic-sounding music. I think of Andrea and where I would be if she hadn't e-mailed me this album, of where I would be had she not made me think of a lunch I had... read more
