A few months back my buddy Olav, who has a surprisingly deep knowledge of classic rock and an ability to remember weird details that tend to escape us mere mortals, sent me a note asking if I'd heard the song "Soviet Jewellery," to which I replied ... "Huh?" So he sent me a link, and I told him it was a pretty cool song, and that, as far as I was concerned, was that. Except that it wasn't. Without going into a lot of extra pointless verbiage, Olav and I were in a record store and I was rooting around the cheap bins. Rather than stand around, Olav decided he'd look too, and in short order he emerged with a copy of BB Gabor. "Oooh," I said, "that's cool, put it on the pile." Yeah, it was a fruitful day and there was a pile ... except this one never made it to the pile. "I'm getting this one," said my rather impish friend. As our visit went on he found a couple more things that ended up on my pile, and when we'd pai...
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