The Ugly Side of Freedom
Ok, so...one of the side effects of being a self-started entertainment lawyer is that you have a bit of down time. You know, until like, U2 calls and asks me for some trademark advice.
Anyway, I have been on "spring break" this week, which involved the world's best hot stone massage, a mani/ pedi, washing the living room floor, lots of laundry, and of course hanging out in record stores. Whenever I bring home a choice piece of vinyl, I pop that sucker on the turntable and give er a spin. Usually what ensues thereafter is a combination of off-key singing at the top of my lungs, and some dancing that only a mother could be proud of.
For whatever reason I decided to document the first few moments I spent at home with my Marvelettes anthology. I'm a big Motown fan.... Um, enjoy?
Anyway, I have been on "spring break" this week, which involved the world's best hot stone massage, a mani/ pedi, washing the living room floor, lots of laundry, and of course hanging out in record stores. Whenever I bring home a choice piece of vinyl, I pop that sucker on the turntable and give er a spin. Usually what ensues thereafter is a combination of off-key singing at the top of my lungs, and some dancing that only a mother could be proud of.
For whatever reason I decided to document the first few moments I spent at home with my Marvelettes anthology. I'm a big Motown fan.... Um, enjoy?
Labels: Motown, Please Mr. Postman, The Marvelettes
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