The tell-tale orange spine of the Impulse! vinyl LP. You can spot them a mile off – especially when they’re stacked side-by-side.
The big honkin’ set of speakers.
Not sure what I noticed first. I guess the speakers!
A row of Horace Silver LPs spread out on the bench against the window. The Claudio Filippini Trio playing through the speakers.
While we waited for 2 very deliberately prepared pour-over coffees I tried my luck and mentioned the word “Impulse”.
He looked up from the coffees: “You like Impulse … you like Coltrane?”
“You have the coffee now, then we shut. You come back tonight and we’ll drink beer.”
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home