I’ve had Mozart’s Clarinet Quintet running through my head all weekend. I finally found an outlet for my earworm in the public piano in Confederation Landing Park.
It’s impossible not to hear this without thinking of the last episode of M*A*S*H.
I’ve had Mozart’s Clarinet Quintet running through my head all weekend. I finally found an outlet for my earworm in the public piano in Confederation Landing Park.
It’s impossible not to hear this without thinking of the last episode of M*A*S*H.
I stopped for a snack at Malmö C (the central train station in the city) last night. There’s a piano in the waiting room and a group of young people were clustered around it picking out tunes, the last of which was the opening refrain from Celine Dion’s Titanic theme. Or was it?
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I stopped for a snack at Malmö C (the central train station in the city) last night. There’s a piano in the waiting room and a group of young people were clustered around it picking out tunes, the last of which was the opening refrain from Celine Dion’s Titanic theme. Or was it?
My mother’s rendition of White Christmas: this is the sound of Christmas to me.
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My mother’s rendition of White Christmas: this is the sound of Christmas to me.
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