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Here is Ez spinning some discs just a couple of days ago. At the moment, he's a bit Lee "Scratch" Perry in terms of mood, and I'm hoping that he doesn't descend into Phil "Loony Tunes" Spector.

At this point, I'd take Cliff Richard...

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Mo said…
A DJ in the making
Priyanka Khot said…
Hey Mr DJ!!! He is the world's cutest DJ ever...
Sarah said…
Now you have discovered a great Artist!
Ez! please sign for me ;)
Roddy said…
It runs in the family. Jason was 8 months old when he took over our stereo. We had vinyl back then too. He has never looked back. Enjoy!
Such a darling!
Just discovered your blog...charmed!!

Greetings*
Anonymous said…
dang he's cute

cushie cuchie pinch pinch
Anonymous said…
and better hair then Phil
EG CameraGirl said…
He looks very serious here. Is he about to tell you off?
Kris McCracken said…
Mo, he makes a lot of noise.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, that is true.
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, he can't quite write yet..
Kris McCracken said…
PasadenaA, not so much when he is grizzling.
Kris McCracken said…
PasadenaA, and he's not insane either!
Kris McCracken said…
YEGTG, he has not been feeling his best the past two weeks.
Roddy said…
This kid looks too grown up to be your baby anymore.
Who was the Professor in the Back to the Future movies? Ezra looks a bit like him.
Kris McCracken said…
That is the most unkind thing that I have heard this year.

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