Brooklyn @25 (belated)

[XMASTIME NOTE] I moved to Brooklyn 25 26 years ago this past January; throughout the year I'll be noting things, no matter how small they are in reality, that I remember & associate with those first few days/weeks/months of living in the greatest city in the world.

After I moved to Brooklyn Indian Summer by Beat Happening, this low-fi hum of a song that somehow made sense in the 1990s, was just one of those records we'd put on at the end of a long night after they'd bought & I'd flown to the bodega a coupla times for tall boys at 232 Ainslie Street with Rrthur (YES ladies, THAT Rrthur) and Mrs. Rrthur, fresh from moving to Brooklyn USA with everything & nothing in front of me all at once.