Miss you Dad. In 1969, the year of Woodstock my father purchased the album that this video came from. I was four. He came home and immediately put it on the record player. Mom ducked out somewhere. I stuck around. It's my first memory of seeing my Dad experience joy. One of my favorite Albums of all times. Thanks, ya Old Bastard. Rest in peace.
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tales from the front
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2:55pm
i'm leaving 315 Bay st. after meeting up with 50 to hand him a job going
north that's got more than an hour left. I'm headed to 235 Mo, to grab a
j...
15 years ago
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