ESTHER PHILLIPS 「FROM A WHISPER TO A SCREAM 」

本日3件目、場末の酒場通り細長い建物の2F、これまた細長いカウンターのみの小さな小さなお店で、父親と同い年くらいのおじさんと、カレーぺろんと食べて管巻いてるお姉様とマイペースなバーのマスター。よれよれで白、白、白と流し込むわたくし。で、そこに歌声が欲しいともなればエスター・フィリップスによる魂の叫びではないのだろうか。CDなんかで再発してるのだけれど、ここはホコリっぽいレコード盤に針でも落としてやろうじゃないの。だめだこりゃ。

3 Items today, 2F of building elongated bar in the poor quarter of the town, in a small little shops only elongated counter This also, of the bar own pace with your sister like that wound tube to eat and uncle about the same age as his father, and curry Peron master. Watakushi pouring white, white, white with a shabby. At, I wonder not the cry of the soul by Esther Phillips Once singing voice that they would like to have there. And I have recurrence in CD or what, but not a I'll even drop a needle on vinyl records dusty here. Absorbing it useless.