Woodstock, NY is a magical place with antique, yet funky drum machines.
It's good to stay indoors and use drum machines when it looks like this outside...
Although back in Brooklyn, it's bright when you're staying in the living room.
And scary when there's a bloated pigeon blocking the door.
I played basketball for the first time in a long while. The gym had no air conditioning and the sweat flowed like wine.
On the way back I flew over a farm where they grow records.
On Monday I'm off to Chicago...
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