Sunday, December 13, 2009

Blackbird Redux




Art is a strange kind of immortality. Even after death, the artist has the power to transcend his (or her) own expiration date and communicate with their audience. And art is such an intimate thing, anyone who has ever had to sing in public knows just how intimate creating art can be.

Isn't it a strange world that it's impossible to ever meet John Lennon, but everyone knows just what his voice sounds like?

It was the 29th anniversary of his death a week ago.

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