I pulled into the gas station in a hurry, I was late for class but I needed to get gas or wouldn’t make it; so rushed I didn’t even notice her until I was already pumping and had a moment to just look around. At the next pump, she had jet black hair, tight blue jeans and a black shirt and was filling up a cherry red Mustang. A tiny nose in a perfect face, her sunglasses on top of her head — the afternoon was casting long shadows and she wouldn’t need them soon.
Like Kraftwerk, these guys were so far ahead of their time.
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The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist (The Samples) (via Rickydown)
When jazz pianists are improvising riffs, their brains act much more like the dreaming brain, with inhibition turned down and creativity cranked way up, a new study finds.
