Movin'.

I certainly do hate moving. Unfortunately for me, my "special lady friend" gets the itch to move every two to three years. And so, we all pack up our material possessions and make the big move to some other cluster of wooden boxes. This is exactly what I was doing at the beginning of this Month. The bright side to this move is that I can set up my studio in an actual room with a window as apposed to a walk in closet. It was still a pain in the ass though.

Here's a couple of shots of the records and my special boxes for making the beats getting transported to the new spot.

And here's a missing cat poster that I found on a lamp post in my new neighborhood. The cat's name is, or was, Thor. Seemed like a nice cat. 13 years old is a pretty good cat life. He looked pretty happy in the pictures despite having been neutered.

If you see Thor (or the coyote that ate him) around, give the number at the bottom of the poster a call.