Taxi

I’ve just read choreographer Twyla Tharp’s excellent book “The Creative Habit”. She lives in Manhattan and gets a taxi every morning at 7am to the gym where she works out for two hours. The two hour gym routine was a daunting habit to build, so she just trained herself to get out of bed and hail a cab every morning.

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Bells

I associate two of the great pieces of showmanship in popular culture with this song.

Trevor Hoffman of the San Diego Padres was one of the great closing pitchers in baseball. A hush would fall over the stadium as a bell started ringing and Hoffman would walk slowly, menacingly, towards the mound to bring the heat.

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Mixtape

I spent Sunday afternoon tidying the basement and came across an old trunk full of cassettes. In amongst the riches was a handful of mix tapes, historical documents of the music that mattered more than anything at a particular point in time, hand-selected by friends and played sufficiently incessantly to soundtrack a week, a month, a summer.

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