Archive for January, 2008

In Memory of Wajd Zarour

You were one of the few in Ramallah guys who played the Saxophone, I didn’t know of many, and of those few, you were the best. When you played, your breaths in every tune carried me away to some other alley, in some other place, at some other time. I loved hearing you play. I admired you. When you stood there with Read the rest of this entry »