Wigwam Jones
Caesar non supra grammati
I bought a copy of Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass' "Whipped Cream and Other Delights" at a local thrift store. 50 cents. It was apparently owned by a music-lover; it had the inner liner replaced with a fancy plastic semi-circular shaped bag, and it didn't have a scratch on it. I gave it a bath in the sink and it's truly pristine. NM for sure.
And I'm listening to it now. Know what? I really like it! I know it's the ultimate schmaltz, the cheesiest of the cheesy. But it sounds good, man. I'm diggin' it.
Hey, a man can only listen to so much Schubert in a day before his brain starts begging for a little mind-candy.




I'm bringing it to the next SMAC meet. HAHAHAHAHAHA!
And I'm listening to it now. Know what? I really like it! I know it's the ultimate schmaltz, the cheesiest of the cheesy. But it sounds good, man. I'm diggin' it.
Hey, a man can only listen to so much Schubert in a day before his brain starts begging for a little mind-candy.




I'm bringing it to the next SMAC meet. HAHAHAHAHAHA!