When entering a café, the music is critical to the experience. Of course, it is subjective. It has been said that one man gathers what another man spills—or more to the point, one man’s antipasto is another man’s garbage. Style of music is based on perspective. However, I can only base my experiences subjectively, unless I am forced to be objective. Still, it might be subjective objectivity at best. In any case the music struck a chord and the right music is the capper on the encounter.
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