k. diable

It’s been almost a month since we moved into our new place. Amidst all the boxes, junk, treasures and toil…. couldn’t find the record player to save a life. After an arduous evening of concerted unpacking, it was finally unearthed, along with all the records. Somehow being able to play records again makes this place feel more a home than anything else (sofa, refigerator, dishware). Spinning Bill Broozy’s “Last Sessions” and this place is finally starting to feel like home. Thanks Billy.