Back in March of 2012, you may remember, I penned a weepy paean to the idiocy of ever opening a mini-storage space in Manhattan. Almost a year later, I'm still trying to get all my stuff out of it, close the fucker and stop the financial bleeding. But I made a giant step towards that goal recently when I procured a storage space right here in the basement of my building. If I really had any moxie, I'd simply take everything out of my storage space on Varrick and Van Dam, dump it in the street and set it on fire, but that's just not on the menu. So, I'm currently emptying that one, and cramming it into the (pointedly smaller) space downstairs, which is forcing me to ditch stuff along the way. That all said, I am within measurable distance of consolidating everything and closing up the Varrick Street space, so that's a good thing.
In recent days, Peg's had to be out of town on a sudden family matter, to the point where I actually had to take a day or two off from work to tend to our kids and put some affairs in order. In the interim and fleeting moments of downtime, I seized the opportunity to remove a few more crates from the downtown space and haul them up here. These were filled with my hastily packed vinyl from years back.
After the few days of solo parenting, I've been unwinding each night by cracking open the crates and exhuming my old 45s, 12" singles and LPs. Similarly, I've been torturing my friends on Facebook with these pictures, seeing who can name them all. Think you can? (Click on pics to enlarge).
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