No hay banda! There is no band! Il n'est pas de orquestra! This is all... a tape-recording. No hay banda! And yet we hear a band. If we want to hear a clarinette... listen. Un trombon "à coulisse". Un trombon "con sordina". Sient le son du trombon in sourdine. Hear le son... and mute it... drop it. It's all recorded. No hay banda! It's all a tape. Il n'est pas de orquestra. It is... an illusion!
↳ harry, i'm going to let you in on a little secret. every day, once a day, give yourself a present. don't plan it. don't wait for it. just let it happen. it could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee.
I figured one day I’d just wake up and and find out what the hell yesterday was all about. I’m not too keen on thinkin’ about tommorow. And today’s slipping by.