"What's Japanese Polka?" I said, feeling like I must not be cool enough to know that band.
"Oh, it's not a band... it's a series of mix cds a friend of mine organized and we all exchanged."
And in the distance the clouds parted with angle-colored arms of sun, proclaiming that it is not the end of the music world, Caroline... only another beginning. Japanese Polka.
And so there were a total of 7 albums created and distributed to dozens of people from Knoxville to New York.
The songs were good, diverse, and best of all-- shared. I felt there was hope for the world. Now I am listening to Neko Case and regretting, somewhat, my current re-entry into the deep pool of music, as it does distract me from my novel. What a beautiful world we live to complain in-- the temptation of so much art! :)
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