ON & BEYOND

this guy

plus this guy

made one of the best acid jazz-esque trip hop hip hop downtempo instrumental albums ever…Thanks for reminding me Sam.

Have Heart. Shipwreck. Final Word. Bitter end. Cruel Hand. Broken camera.

I haven’t had internet or a phone in the passed 4 days, hence the lack of updates on the feed. I was in Boston…a city that is now officially added to my “possible places to move to” list. From the architecture, the people, the jazz, the lobsters; everything was just right.

We went to the Premium outlets…my day summarizes itself with 3 pictures:

By far the dopest Fried Chicken I’ve ever eaten. (Yes I capitalize Fried Chicken, it’s just that important.)

By far the dopest street cat I’ve ever met. According to Lemont (below), we are sitting on Malcom X’s steps and we are in front of the ONLY remaining Jazz bar of the good ole days (Wally’s Cafe). The 62-year-old sliver of a South End bar feels much like a place Louis Armstrong might have played when he was merely another impressive young guy with a trumpet. In fact, Lemont was daring enough to list a few names who’ve passed by the historic joint, including Charlie Parker and Billy Holiday.

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