I grew up with a huge influence on music from my father and my brother (we have a 9-year gap as siblings). Lately, I scored a portable long record player from a high school friend. My father's vintage one was already broken to play his vinyl collection and been thinking to get one for him as a birthday gift. Was so ecstatic to try it last week. These photos were taken days ago in my hometown and want to share it with you guys.
As I am about to post this, I am listening to Woodstock, Side 1, Track 3, Freedom by Richie Havens with all the voices of the those hippies and the like on the ground, feeling the love of the sixties. I wish I was born in their era.
Been through a lot lately, music heals.