The Great Parade

I’ve got my first music writing gig in a while, reviewing the new Shondes album for the Forward. And while it’s weird to be listening to music in the middle of Sefirat HaOmer, it’s also kind of cool. The other day, right before my gig, I got a song stuck in my head (“Maps” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, if you were wondering). I was fasting from music, but I could still taste it, so to speak — much like Roger Ebert, who can no longer eat food due to cancer, writes about still getting ghost tastes in his mouth.


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