Old Enough to Forget

I must admit I skipped over this one more than once when I was scouring the dollar bins. The album was actually in surprisingly decent shape, and the jacket was okay. The absence of an insert wasn't a big deal - most of the stuff I was mining from the cheap stacks didn't seem to have all of their parts, although I suspect in this case there weren't any notes or missing pieces other than a paper liner. I bought the album because I thought it would be silly kitschy fun. "Party Fun Songs from the Golden Age of Burlesque" indeed. As you may have guessed I did eventually lay down my loonie and a few cents to cover taxes and bought the album. It came home and was carefully cleaned (who knows where this had been) and then put it on my pile of records awaiting their turn on the turntable. It sat there for more than a year and my pile had grown past by ability to keep up, and while I was making progress I wasn't exactly following the FIFO inventory model. It was more o...