Yesterday in this W12 rec room, I witnessed two of the lovely gentlemen above having a heated dispute over whether or not Suede were any good. If you know anything about me, you're well aware that I am something of an expert when it comes to lowering the temperature , so I tried to detour the discussion to the (true) tale about how I came to acquire a guitar previously owned by a member of Puscifer.

I'm not sure what I was thinking. Maybe I I had a premonition about Tom Verlaine's passing (I know someone who possesses one of TV's old Jazzmasters), and perhaps I was hoping this non-sequitur of the century would garner me a discount on the lovingly thrashed Bonzo Dog Band LP I was waiting to purchase, but no dice. Not only were these fellas thoroughly unimpressed with my story, they refused to believe there was such a band with this name. The conversation came to a grinding halt when I admitted I couldn't name any of the band members or any of their songs.