Another night out of town on business, this one Fat Tuesday in a college town. But that was never really my thing, even in college. So I sought out one of the city’s indie record stories, a past-time of which I never tire, and had my own little party. The store was named after a Rolling Stones album and on a street bearing a sign in honor of hometown heroes REO Speedwagon; for the latter, the sullen record store clerk was amusingly apologetic.
“Is it, in fact, unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter-day sins; is it better to burn out, or fade away?” -“High Fidelity”