walking aimlessly on the city streets, not too hot of a day, but for someone who lives running on her feet, warmer that usual.
Window shopping, as this was the check that goes towards rent meaning not too much left until next time. That's ok, I have a roof over my head and food to sustain me when the ghosts of the past drain me out.
Drawn into the building with old objects beckoning in the window as I'm a sucker for such things. At the top of the stairs I hear it, that scratchy needle recognizable to me anywhere. I follow the sound to see the horn of the graphophone belting out in the cramped space filled with wax cylinders, microphones and radios. It echoes over the whole floor. The woman winding up the spring, testing old records for a couple that want to borrow it for a wedding and I stand there transfixed, wishing I had that in my house as it seems far more superior to my little boom box for drowning out the obnoxious neighbor blasting techno music when I'm trying to write.
" I think these are appropriate for a wedding, don't you think?" she smiles as she looks up at me.
I nod in agreement. Not bad for a 90 year old entertainment center.
The Village Den - *VANISHED* David Sigal on Twitter lets us know the sad news that the Village Den has closed. *photos via David Sigal* I was dreading this inevitability....
3 days ago