They're totally naked
The dominant note of the day was spending nearly three hours at urgent care when I expected to spend about half an hour tops, after which I came home to unavoidable capitalism and passed out on the couch, but
spatch has shared with me the Wallets' "Totally Nude" (1984), a piece of catchily accordion-based pop-art punk it is impossible to be depressed through. The video may not be safe for work, but also riffs on Marcel Duchamp. I was delighted to discover the band's bassist had also been part of Marbles, with the result that I am now alternating the naked accordion with "Red Lights" (1976). By obvious association I have been put in mind of Busted Statues' "Red Clouds" (1988) and thus Consonant's "What a Body Could Do" (2002). I already had the same album's "Buckets of Flowers, Porno Mags" stuck in my head this morning, which made a change from the jazzily circling little riff I learned from Mad Love (1935). I have not yet managed to re-set the car's radio settings since last month's adventure in dead batteries, so I have to create my own late-night college station.

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Sure, absolutely you can tell him the story. And then when he tell you *his* story, I hope you post about it--or get back to me privately, whichever you prefer. I'm interested!
I just wish I could duplicate for you the face of that kid. "You? listen to Kansas?" And I was so overall music ignorant that I just had no idea what he was even getting at.