This is to my generation, to the crowd of people that contributed to the biggest vinyl boom since 1988. This is to the people that bought a new record player from American Apparel because it was cheap and it comes with the Lana Del Rey record (one of your favorites I know).
Our good homie Rob Crawford has curated an amazing art and music show at the Good Bar in Long Beach on April 1st, called Ain't Foolin' Around, with all proceeds going to the fight to keep Channel Street alive.
It hasn't even been fifty days, and yet it feels like a timeless nightmare. When did it start? How does it end? Why is every moment saturated in an intrigue unfamiliar to the regular everyday schemes of government being government?