16 June 2004
Never meant to be
The obvious answer: she's 1498 miles away, give or take a wrong turn. "Hey, you wanna take in So-and-So at the Such-and-Such?" simply isn't feasible.
But there are deeper fissures between us than mere distance, and this one may be the deepest of all:
Today I found in the 3-for-$1 bin at Bleecker Bob's a 45 that looked, well, interesting. The songwriter was Ian Whitcomb of "You Turn Me On" fame, while the producer was Phil Ochs' old buddy Andy Wickham.
Unfortunately, once I got home, I discovered that not only is it dreadful, but it's actually on a compilation of The World's Worst Records (along with the far more listenable Mrs. Miller).
The record is "Hands," by one Debbie Dawn. If you would like to take it off my hands, I might just might be convinced to pay the postage, depending on the level of your enthusiasm.
Fain would I relieve fair maiden of her burden, but for the following:
(1) I actually have a copy of The World's Worst Records Vol. 2.
A genuinely crummy and marginally offensive record, and I have two copies of it. Any chance of winning her heart has obviously gone straight into the toilet.Posted at 7:59 PM to Table for One