i remember waking up in my bed one spring day, back when i lived at 291 beacon, and hearing van morrison's "stranded" floating up through the alley (turns out it was coming through my roommate's open window into mine). and i remember thinking that that was the BEST wake-up on a saturday morning that I've ever had.
And I also remember thinking that that sax solo says everything my mind wants to say, but can't. still true.
not the best embed, but i couldn't find it on my usual sites. it's beautiful. enjoy.