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The list violates John Atkinson's "No Smiths" rule, but it does boast "Hallelujah," "Eleanor Rigby," and "He Stopped Loving Her Today"—surely the greatest, saddest song ever. No "Honey" though—which proves its impeccable taste.
Okay, it's because I have a fetish.
You might want to bone up here first.
"There's no change in the basic plan, which is that there is no plan."
I love wandering the hotel halls, listening for music, knowing that behind every door is the possibility of something new and wonderful. For now, my desk is covered in the press announcements, silent unveilings and invitations and enticements.
Among the many I received today, one stands out. A quick and simple note, in no fancy dress, lacking commas and periods and capitalization: "hope all is well" it says. "if you have a moment…
Hmmm, I did not know that.