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Should you ever desire company while exploring the district, do give me a call. I suddenly find myself with a wealth of free time, and I dare say I don't quite know what to do with myself.
The sad fact of it is, while your contemporaries (and mine, for that matter) associate Franz Ferdinand with the start of the Great War (a true oxymoron if I've ever heard one), most of my nieces likely have no other association than the band. (I confess that I've never heard of them, but I read a study recently asserting that one's musical tastes often halt in their development around the age of 28. This might explain my fanatical devotion to Joni Mitchell and Pat Benetar, and possibly my husband's worship of U2, but that's neither here nor there.)
At any rate, I for one will not shun you for your enjoyment of a band with which I'm unfamiliar and will instead strongly encourage you to continue dancing.
Your company would be most welcome, Principessa. I daresay your presence would illumine the experience tenfold. I shall ring you this week. Hopefully we'll be able to schedule a rendezvous time satisfactory to all.
I'd prefer not to think about how telling my musical tastes would be if they were limited to what was at the height of popularity when I was 28. Setting aside all thoughts of age, I highly recommend Franz Ferdinand to you. A sticker affixed to the packaging of the disc proclaimed them to be "the new Scottish gentry", and the word "gentry" is chosen wisely. Their music is greatly enjoyable, and their look is that of a dying breed -- in short, they are what you Yanks would call "classy".
I appreciate your encouragement, Principessa. I always knew I could count on you.
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The sad fact of it is, while your contemporaries (and mine, for that matter) associate Franz Ferdinand with the start of the Great War (a true oxymoron if I've ever heard one), most of my nieces likely have no other association than the band. (I confess that I've never heard of them, but I read a study recently asserting that one's musical tastes often halt in their development around the age of 28. This might explain my fanatical devotion to Joni Mitchell and Pat Benetar, and possibly my husband's worship of U2, but that's neither here nor there.)
At any rate, I for one will not shun you for your enjoyment of a band with which I'm unfamiliar and will instead strongly encourage you to continue dancing.
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I'd prefer not to think about how telling my musical tastes would be if they were limited to what was at the height of popularity when I was 28. Setting aside all thoughts of age, I highly recommend Franz Ferdinand to you. A sticker affixed to the packaging of the disc proclaimed them to be "the new Scottish gentry", and the word "gentry" is chosen wisely. Their music is greatly enjoyable, and their look is that of a dying breed -- in short, they are what you Yanks would call "classy".
I appreciate your encouragement, Principessa. I always knew I could count on you.
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That's what I'm doing today, then. Music shopping. Any other recomendations?
You can indeed.
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