I think maybe only Joe Hisaishi ever did goodbyes the way I wanted them – which is not sunnyside up. Solo piano Resphonia by Joe himself. Or maybe it’s that that album arrived on cue. Could feel the sadness seepin’ in like cold when the snow has melted into your coat, and home is blocks away, and he’s headed back to Tampa, and you can feel your nose go funny like it always does right before that first tear, and you hunch up your shoulders
even if that only makes it worse…as the frost digs its teeth in.
…strange how potent cheap music is, dixit Noël Coward in Private Lives