That’s a beaut.

I believe in Ronnie Lane, which amounts to the same thing.

They might be a little too late to qualify as British Invasion, but I ride hard for The Faces.

Belonged to Jay Kayvius Jamiromaximus

My wife - an avid collector of used children's books - keeps a hair dryer in our office for the sole purpose of removing price stickers.

Nothing will engender institutional support for preservation better than making collection materials a reliable source of caffeine.

We could use his espresso machine in the lounge.

Man, I haven't revisited that album for a long time. Remember loving it and will revisit. I saw Spoon at Toad's Place soon after moving to New Haven, so it must have been to promote Gimme Fiction.

You warm my hazelnut heart.

I feel this as a special-ed dad. I was just unpacking yesterday with my wife yesterday why my first response to so many other parents with whom I ostensibly have lots of common ground is eff you. Martyrdom, racism, and ableism sums it up.

Cool, I’ll have to check this out. Headed out on an (overnight) backpacking trip with my scout troop this weekend in prep for a 5-day trek along the AT in June. Highly recommend that headlamp purchase. Black Diamond is my preferred brand.

Aren't we all Consumed by the Vitriol of Life these days?

They must rest on the stoop for 6 hours and then be clomped loud enough to echo on a neighbor’s house in penance.

The one wrinkle to my records is that I keep one shelving section for new acquisitions- keeps the last year or so at hand before they get filed.

My books vary - my office shelves are mostly fiction organized by author and publication, everything else is a mess. My records, however, are in pristine alphabetical order by artist. Used to have them chronological by date of acquisition, which I miss but did make finding things a challenge.

"Knocked on My Ass" is rightly acknowledged as a legendary debut album, but I have a soft spot for the Respiratory Nonsense's follow-up EP "Raw Nostril".

<James Earl Jones voice> As it ever has been and ever shall be. </James Earl Jones voice>

“Eat dirt from English Station” is my new favorite insult.