"Listen to this." My friend Oscar put a record ourntable a down the needle with care. The 45 popped and hissed; then the melody line rose, followed by the four-part doo-wop, "Earth Angel" by The Penguins ee" by The Crows, and hed sit ba the edge of the bed, close his eyes, and pull apart those different harmonies, first singing tenor and so on through the bass. Or hed put on a new jazz riff by Miles or maybe Dave Brubed pick out the terpoint, cog his ear to the nearly inaudible piano underh the horns. All through high school wed spend hours in his room, idly listening to his vast eclectic record colle, analyzing and arguing over the more subtle points of the positions. Oscar Loves passion for music put my ambitions to shame. In high school, he was niamed "The White Negro," as he was so alien from the rest of the crowd, so cool, so in his head all the time. Oscar was su outsider, he made me feel normal by parison. And even though he was a year ahead of m……（内容加载失败！）
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