Maybe I’ve been in Southern California too long, maybe I’ve always had unacknowledged longings for men who look like russian authors, maybe I will always love Sting and his love for dissonant combinations of notes and the minor scale so I forgive him for going through a russian author phase???, maybe I really miss the cold slap of winter and the icy stillness after a major snowstorm, maybe it’s all of the above?
Whatever…I am soooo needing this new release from the master of so many musical genre’s he is now his own genre. Enjoy the rich visuals and Stings’ narrative on why he is a winter person while I make my travel plans for Switzerland…
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