Today’s soundtrack: (miscellaneous and meandering bassline)
Today at 5:32pm: Happy at the mailbox.


My CD finally came in the mail. Atlantic Jazz Best of the ‘60s, Volume 2. I lack a thorough knowledge of jazz but years ago I was freelancing for Karim Rashid, and he had a drawer thick with CDs and I used to pull this one out a lot and feed it into the changer.

The album’s pretty solid front-to-back. I mean it’s not gonna change your life but it used to take the edge off my workdays like a good cigarette on a brisk autumn afternoon. One of those days where it’s starting to get cold but you’re glad and you pull your jacket around you a little tighter.

Back then I still lived in Brooklyn and I had my old car with the roll-down windows and these three slammin’-ass Cuban sisters lived downstairs. Their apartment was homey, super-comfortable and warm in the winter in a way mine could never be. I remember they used to make a big deal every time it snowed.

So anyways there’s a track on the CD called Bagpipe Blues by Rufus Harley and I had to have it so I ordered it used online. I get Music Jones worse than a pregnant woman’s pickles-and-ice-cream cravings. Get a song in my head and I just have to hear it. I think the worst thing about going to prison would be not having access to my MP3s. I mean, you know, the worst thing after that whole anal rape business.

It’s funny how music can bring you back.

Last time I talked to Natalia and them they were on their way back to Miami. Some people stay, some people go. I’m gonna stay; the only place I ever went back to was New York.