Thirty years ago I lived García Márquez. Maybe I need 70 more years to get to know the solitude.
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Too often, our appreciation of Detroit music is aimed backward: the sweet love songs of Motown, Dilla's extraterrestrial beats, grimy guitar strings quivering in Jack White's hands.
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