It is the morning before the WFMU record fair, the one truly holy day on my calendar. Somewhere inside the Metropolitan Pavilion waits one of my all-time favorite songs, which I have never heard before—scarcely imagined its existence.I pray now to the vinyl gods to grace me with wisdom and discretion, that I might better separate the sonic wheat from the kitsch-appeal-only chaff, and stamina, for there are many stacks to rifle before I sleep.
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