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There is a crack, a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in

Posted on September 17, 2012 by Barbara

  Leonard live at the National Stadium, Dublin 1988 I WAS THERE! I was only 19, and had spent the previous 4 years being lulled to sleep and indulging in depression with Leonard’s first 3 albums, very typical of teenagers … Continue reading →

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