Okay. Turns out the Koreans have it down Presti-and-Lagoya-wise. All ya gotta do is turn the volume up and yer happenin'. It just keeps playing as long as you have the window open, and I guarantee you'll want that window open. It's breathtaking. You can compare it to the symphony recordings of the same piece and, if you ask me, these two make whole symphonies pale in comparison.
She was born in 1924, a prodigy, with hands both built for this and manipulated by her father, whose burning desire it was to have his daughter be the best guitarist ever. He got his wish. She died of lung cancer in 1967. Lagoya died in 1999. It makes me cry how glad I am for them they didn't have to live through this.
22 August 2007
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