a booby prize

i had a nice little audioblog to post, but i guess my phone dropped the call while i was strolling. I was walking up bleecker with JT enroute to deEtte's harvest party, and there was this dude playing the cello on the street. I took the last dollar from my salmon skin wallet and gave it to him, while recording what he had to play. It was a real time walk to the party, that ended at the buzzer to the apartment.

this post is a sort of booby-prize because i didn't have a way to duplicate the original post which was lost somewhere in the air between jones street and the world wide web.

AND THEN WELL. LIKE ALL THE AUDIO POSTS, THEY'RE JUST GONE NOW, LIKE 8 TRACK TAPES (dTown 2010)