“I was eating a piece of bread that someone had given me, because I was starving. And I was barefoot. But I never knew I was on the cover of a record. My mother will be thrilled. We never had a photo of me as a boy.”
Last month, I went deep on one of my favorite albums of all-time, Milton Nascimento and Lo Borges’ exquisite double album, Clube Da Esquina for Pitchfork’s Sunday Review.