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E.B. WHITE ON NEW YORK CITY IN 1949 



"The city, for the first time in its long history, is destructible. A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumple the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York now: in the sound of jets overhead, in the black headlines of the latest edition."
~Here is New York, E.B. White (1949)

ONE EXPLANATION FOR LACKLUSTER BLOCKBUSTERS 



"In Formal Theories of Mass Behaviour, William McPhee notes that a disproportionate share of the audience for a hit is made up of people who consume few products of that type. A lot of the people who read a bestselling novel, for example, do not read much other fiction. By contrast, the audience for an obscure novel is largely composed of people who read a lot. That means the least popular books are judged by people who have the highest standards, while the most popular are judged by people who literally do not know any better. An American who read just one book this year was disproportionately likely to have read The Lost Symbol, by Dan Brown. He almost certainly liked it.
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~The Economist

INTERROBANG ~ DM on Improvisation 



The interrobang is a punctuation mark that combines the functions of an exclamation point and a question mark. It's also an excellent symbol of my approach to improvisation.

I intend to "tell a story" with conviction, intentionality and a strong sense of internal logic. At the same time, I hope to convey a sincere searching, listening quality, an openness to what comes, and something of the mysterious beauty in jazz.

YOU DON'T KNOW ME by Cindy Walker 



You give your hand to me
And then you say "hello"
And I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don't know me

No, you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
To you I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
'Cause you don't know me

For I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
A chance that you might love me too

You give your hand to me
And then you say "goodbye"
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
No, you'll never ever know
The one who loved you so
Well, you don't know me

For I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
A chance that you might love me too

You give your hand to me
And then you say "goodbye"
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you'll never, ever know
The one who loved you so
Well, you don't know me
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