A session track to celebrate being back in New York. I prefer this version to the big production on the Swedish sisters’ performance of it at the Polar Music Prize, where Paul Simon was honoured.
Harlem — Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Hell I still love you though (Taken with Instagram at New York)
This is Toro. Today he followed me 5k up the coast of Uruguay in search of an abandoned bull ring. (Taken with Instagram at Colonia del Sacramento)
Who will walk with me? (Taken with Instagram)
Biked off my hangover with an amazing tour of BA street art with graffitimundo.com (Taken with Instagram at Buenos Aires)
Argentina via Jurassic Park. (Taken with Instagram)
A la izquierda: Paraguay, a la dereche: Brazil. (Taken with Instagram at Puerto Iguazú)
Tango (Taken with Instagram)
Added an entire lexicon of swear words to my limited Spanish vocab at the last game of the Argentine season. (Taken with Instagram)