Old Enough to Forget

Today I'm writing about The Tenants, one of those bands who got together, released a couple of albums and then disappeared. They are a band who was new to me and  their two albums were in stark contrast to one another, and only one is available to stream. Shall we begin? Every so often I'll pop in to Krazy Bob's and see what I can knock off my wish list. I went earlier in the morning mainly because the store would likely be empty, and for me that's when Bob is at his best. I hadn't seen him since well before Christmas and he greeted me warmly and he asked me what I was looking for. I mentioned a few things and he helped me look through the bins. His filing system is organized chaos, but it is organized. Within a few minutes I had crossed a couple things off my list and then Bob did what Bob does. "Hey, have you heard of these guys?" He's done this to me many times, and generally I try to glance at the price before committing, but he seldom pulls out an...

I was farting around meanderbrowsing (it's a real thing) through one of the record stores I occasionally shop. It's a treasure trove of stuff, but can be a tad overwhelming and while not disorganized it's all over the place. I've found more than a few awesome nuggets and the proprietor is an odd duck, at times in the best way, and other times it's overwhelming when I just want to quietly browse. However, he's a treasure trove of knowledge and his ability to retain an astounding amount of absolutely useless trivia makes me look like a moron. Something I can honestly do all on my own without help - but that's beside the point. Generally when I'm there I have a specific item I've got a hankering to find. Chances are pretty decent he has it, or knows about it. This is also the same guy that put me onto Hair Cut One Hundred (better than I expected), and the Karroll Brothers - which was a wicked score. We've also lamented poor Jim Clench's bad luck...