Milan

Middle guy's drinking wine from a sippy box. Check out the marble trim around the door, and the handle.
That building is probably older than the US.

I'm not a fan of U2, but every Irish Catholic college chick I ever met thought Bono set the sun.
Maybe that's what annoyed me.

What interests me these days is the grip a group has on the song, the discipline.
I'm not sure that's completely obtainable when they dub their parts separately.

I prefer to think of Pete Townsend screaming "again!" until, battered and bloody, they nail it.
Then they go home, not speaking to one another, but exhilirated nonetheless.

Jeeps, derailing my own thread, caught up in it.

I really need to visit Milan.