Virginia Woolf

As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame. Where there is nothing, Peter Walsh said to himself; feeling hollowed out, utterly empty within. Clarissa refused me, he thought. He stood there thinking, Clarissa refused me.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

Brass tranquille

Il n’y a pas que Robert Schumann et Snoop Dogg dans la vie – voilà donc une playlist de brass bands qui font pouet pouet.

Sur Spotify :

Sur Deezer (mais il manque Ain’t even gonna call you, du No BS! Brass Band) :

Sur Youtube :