A new Robert S. Dean post in the Showcase harkens back to the days when you finally bought that much anticipated new LP ($3.12 at the Big N). The cellophane came off in the car (or on the way to the car). You race home, run to the turntable, set the needle down and settled in to read along with lyrics on the inside of the cover....

In this case, after my third listen, I'd rush to the kitchen to call my friends (I know all their numbers) and let know... "He's done it, again!..."

With Joliz icing.


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