I once thought I’d be able to, or have the time to, go back and read old music mags.
Now, I have a shitload of old magazines. I used to justify by saying I could sell them. And I did sell a few. But it’s not worth the hassle.
Later.
Born in Hopewell, Virginia... Lost in New Bern, NC and F-L-A... Found at the beach. Father. Partner. Writer.
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ha, junk, magazines, minimalist, music, sell, stuff
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