this morning #842.

this morning, i made my way into the subway. cold monday. leather jacket keeping me warm. travelling light. tight haircut. me & a portable record player. off to the office. fulfilling my end of the bargain. they’d bring their favorite records. i’d bring my custom-made player. vintage. wooden. spent more than i should’ve on it. i was at this cute boutique in cold spring with this dude i was going with at the time. his single mission was to get me into jazz. it worked. there in that store, i saw this player & declared that, going forward, i only wanted to hear coltrane if it was on vinyl. this vintage gem was going to make that happen for me. now it was about to become nothing more than ad agency décor.