Jon Nall, a friend
of mine, sent me the album, for which I’d looked far and wide -- it
was every bit as great as I’d hoped and imagined it would be, and I
got fairly well obsessed with it. And then, as it often goes with pop music,
I moved on; Zaza elegantly relegated themselves to a certain period in my
personal history, thereby injecting that poison particular to memory into
their pure-sugar melodies and ensuring their permanence within my memory.
And then one day, as it often happens when there’s nothing to do and
a computer in some corner of the house, I thought of Zaza, and went to ThaiNetCity,
a distributor of Thai pop CD’s, and learned that Zaza had made another
album.
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