Sometimes you forget albums. Essentially forget them. Or at least neglect them until something gives you a nudge and you find your way back to them. Let them wash over you like cleansing water. Like finding yourself in a forest clearung positioning yourself under an unexpected waterfall.
I had this experience with Charlotte Gainsbourg 5:55. U bought it on CD on what I increasingly think of my lost years of music litening between about 1997 and 2011 when I was finally restored to my record player and collection..
I'm listening to 5:55 on my TV set and it's lulling me into a beautiful calm and pleasant repose. Charlotte is Serge Gainsbourg's daughter of course and the record is uttelrly understanding and consitent with his magical legacy.
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