Observations from the Sydney airport…
I’ve been a little wistful lately about leaving, but when I tried to dawdle through the Sydney airport I was abused with bad adult contemporary saxophone à la Kenny G from the loudspeakers as if the city was driving me out. I am going on record to say it is my most hated genre of music. How is it that saxophone can be simultaneously so John-Coltrane-good and so Kenny-G-bad?
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