old favourite

I must have played this song a thousand times on my walkman, cycling to and from the remote and tiny old village school outside Enschede that harboured the artschool's painting department. Especially from could be hairy, on moonless nights without street lights. Without bike lights it was impossible to get home alone. I still remember where the tape sounded wobbly. Of course I prefer Nina Simone's version, but this one was on my tape. And sorry, no sketches worth showing today.