{92 Beat hyperzero hot sauce}

  

There is a record collection in my living room. It’s built from memories of lovers past and lovers here. It’s neatly ordered from tragic to magic. The records sit in paper sleeves and plastic jackets, never cold and always telling stories. On days where my mind is heavy and my thoughts aloof, I try to make the outside world be intentionally louder so I carefully curate sounds and feelings. I have a bit of control of how I feel and that’s when I’m playing records and listening to music. Sometimes I’ll give in and play things that fuel my sadness and other times I play things that pull me out of a funk and into Funk. 

Here is the result of spinning records for some moments tonight: Live tacos

Today I was defeated. Today I moved beyond any place I’d ever thought I’d be. Today I told someone they should be who they are. Today I was cold. Today I was alone. Today I played myself to a nicer place. Today I was with you, full of love trying hard to push out confusion and sadness.

Tomorrow I need you. But you know that. You have to know that. 

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{91 black is the color of my true love’s hair}

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{90 enter lightly and exit softly}

 

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{89 There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road*}

I get distracted so easily.  Oh hey, there goes the night.  See ya.

Bokeh garlic.

Chicago, IL

 

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{87 wool on wool}

I used to like dressing up.  Dressing up as in bow and neck ties, suits, shiny shoes…the whole shabang.  My mother used to say, “MYBABYLOOKS GOODALLDRESSED UP”.  And now, now I can’t stand to wear clothes.  If I didn’t have to consider other people’s comforts I’d be bare at every apartment I was at.  When I get home, before taking off my shoes I first drop my bag and then slap off anything that zips, pulls, ties, buttons, stretches and covers.  Being like this makes me feel honest.

Moon lickers.

Chicago, IL

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{86}

My dad used to drink most nights and those same nights he would play Kenny Rogers and Pedro Infante records.  Then he’d cry about how much he wished his father loved him when he was younger and how he was always gonna show me that he loved me.

To this day my dad is still scared to hug with me with two arms.

I still love ya, pops.  Now matter how much your macho gets in the way.

Cooking with L & L.

Chicago, IL

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{85 pee in a cup}

It’s nice to just get up and go, sometimes.  I get all anxious when planning so when an idea or desire comes to mind, I like being able to go to that place and take it as it comes.  Thnx, DJMG.

Chicago, IL

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{84 Move into the neighborhood}


tUnE-yArDs

Lincoln Hall

Chicago, IL

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This is all very silly.  Please, people, it’s not that serious.

Erik con ca

Chicago, IL

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