It was the summer of ’72, the summer I graduated from college and discovered the music of Matching Mole, Keith Jarret, Nick Drake and of Jimmie Spheeris, who later became a good personal friend. It was a time spent dreaming, tossing cares and concerns about the future lightly aside. And when she’d walk across the porch, slip in the door, climb the stairs and embrace me, oh what a summer it was…



000 summer it wasOriginal oil painting from 1972 by an unknown artist photographed in Paris at a flea market in May 2015.

000 905 NHThe strange house that Crocetti built in the middle of six acres of woods in an otherwise normal neighbourhood. The porch and the entrance to the upstairs apartment are on the right.


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