the night was wonderful, our hearts were ringin in the key that our souls were singing... one of those nights that only exist to young eyes [...] there was such a deep sky, so starred as we danced in the night

-Fedor Dostoyevsky, White Nights  & Earth, Wind and Fire, September

hahn bin at le poisson rouge (ny)

I don’t experience Bach any different from Madonna, I don’t experience Penderecki different from Mozart; it’s all music, and whenever a music is great, whenever an artist is great, we experience and feel something special ...