drum roll, please....

this post SHOULD be about the old lady who sat next to me at "capote" tonight and nearly lost her life because she had no capacity for inner rationalization, which forced her to vocalize every mental discovery out loud...EVERY ONE!

"That's Kansas."
"Who Is That Actor?"
"I Don't Think He Should Have Done That."

but this post isn't about that. because i realize she'll be dead soon enough without my help, and i have other things to talk about.

like this:





here's the listening station/rec pit

another view

behind the counter

the bathroom

let's take another look at that door

and here's the inside of the door. (notice also the nifty chalkboard wall.)

so, i guess there's only one thing left to do. and....

...go.


thanks. and support your local record stores.