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Ode to the Walkman

By Jessica Zafra | September 7, 2008 - 12:00am

As children we are all hostage to our parents’ tastes in music. In my house this meant Frank Sinatra, Frank Sinatra, Frank Sinatra. And other vocalists who tried to sound like... Frank Sinatra. Years later...

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