Bert Kaempfert & His Orchestra
There is a zeppelin -- mechanical, elegant -- bobbing in place over an inattentive suburban neighborhood and casting shadows on abject, restrained pets and idling power tools. A vibrating cord of horsehair and catgut binds the swaying, eager airship to the ground. This catalytic tension abides. Blithely and condescendingly romantic, it is a still image -- a long exposure, out of focus, selectively.
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