I woke up to the Funk.
All morning I’ve been channeling that Saturday morning Atlanta feeling. Specifically, a wake up and listen to some Rick James, Cameo and Parliament before walking down to Jamal’s house. In his basement, he called it The Dungeon. We smoked weed, listened to vinyl and wrote songs. It was where I saw Coolie High for the first time. It was the first, and only place, where I was routinely weed taxed by someone’s mom.
So that’s the mood I’m currently enjoying. I’m playing my Chromeo station on Pandora and painting a new piece. Coffee is coursing it’s way through my blood stream and I feel great!
It’s another Sunny South Florida day…but I’m enjoying the Atlanta pace.
Happy Saturn Day!
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