Sunday, May 17, 2009

Pan Pipe My Brain

Why is that airy-sounding Peruvian flute-pipe instrument de rigueur for New York City street fairs and Southwestern airport soundtracks?

Why does it make my brain feel hollow and make me see everything in lavender laced with geode crystals?

Please stop playing it street fair near my house today, I beg you.

At least now I know I am not alone.