9/9 Summer Salon Part Six
Aloft in my ivory tower, John Cage’s Etudes Australes play on a sweltering early September afternoon that feels like old high July before that month was typified by wall-to- wall roaming rain.
Aloft in my ivory tower, John Cage’s Etudes Australes play on a sweltering early September afternoon that feels like old high July before that month was typified by wall-to- wall roaming rain.