MICHAELHARRIS

For my old typewriter and the keys that never failed me…

 

 

For the many empty bottles of “wite-out…”

 

 

For the atmosphere, courtesy of the black light bulb in my old lamp…

 

 

For the black velvet posters on my walls, always in supply at the Continental Record Store…

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For my old stereo and headphones…

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For “SUPER 16” - WWRL AM radio…

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And for where it all took place, my front bedroom, overseeing 14th Avenue…

Overseeing Paterson… 

Overseeing my world…

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For

The Blue Room…