About three layers down – we are slobs, remember – she ran into a jiffy bag from Relapse, and, handing it to me, said: “You need this?” I reached into the bag and pulled out a promo of a record that had struck my interest the first time I’d seen it, but which, for some reason, had gotten tossed into the back seat, where it was promptly covered with debris. It may have been down at the bottom of its pile since sometime last week, or it may have languished there since late summer. Who can say? Having thus involuntarily infused itself with timelessness, though, the record found itself dressed in the new and mysterious clothes of randomness. |
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