between songs.
tanguera: "do you know all this music inside-out?"
me (thinking for a long time): "many, yes."
tanguera: "people have told me that they have to really know the music to get into it"
me: "naw... as long as it is rational... ok i will tell you a secret. when i didn't know the music as well, i used to be surprised by the music, and that would bring me to tears."
...
what i didn't tell her was this: when we danced before, i knew the music. i knew what was going to happen. and yet, the notes were so freakingly amazingly hauntingly beautiful, that i cried anyway. and THAT MUSIC, the one that, as familiar as I was to it, could transport me, strip me of all my guards, expose my innermost vulnerabilities, well, what can i say?
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