Last July, the night after I got back from my grandma's funeral, Low was playing at the Record Bar in Westport. I know I already mentioned this in the tag of my last post, but I'm doing a whole other post now.
Anyway, standing by myself at the back of the bar, listening to Mimi Parker was the most healing thing I could imagine.
This seems timely because a couple of my friends lost loved ones this week. I love you guys and I'll see you when you get back.
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