I guess Warren was not “off-topic” at all. I had forgotten the record store reference in your blog.

This is particularly upsetting to me because, you see, I am an “off-topic” connoisseur. I get a pure adrenaline rush from the prospect of “off-topic” discussion. I feed on it. It feeds me. I can’t explain it any other way.

So, in respect to this thread, and in respect to the internet in general, I will simply bow out of this discussion.

Yes, yes, I was about to also describe the time I interviewed Pat Robertson, and it all devolved into a hideous fiasco in which Pat called me a “sumbitch Godless prick” and I threw Ho-Hos at his wife Kiki…but I will just let it go…but the way that the Ho-Ho’s were introduced into the confrontation would have been the magical “hook” that makes for great reading, the hook that Ernest Hemingway once referred to as “The Hook”…

Oh well…for another time…another…………..time

And, Warren, I believe the cd shop in question was called LOONEY TUNES.

Thanks for letting me set the record straight.

I will no longer feel guilt, nor shame, for taking things “off topic” while in feedback mode. Taking things “off topic” was just a hobby of mine in the past. Believe me, long before the internet existed, I thrived on driving discussions “off-topic”.

I remember one time, I was interviewing Mother Theresa about the homeless plight in Calcutta, and I got bored, and asked her which Jackson brother was her favorite. She quickly said “Michael”, and I said “Oh come on Mama T, that was too easy. Which is your favorite brother other than Michael???”.

She squirmed a bit, and then said she would not answer such a baited question. But I would not relent. I continued to ask her who her favorite Jackson brother was, besides Michael. At one point, she threw her nachos at me, and said I was out of line, and that this was not supposed to be part of the interview anyway.

Again, I relented, and said I would give her twenty bucks for the children of Calcutta if she answered honestly.

At first, Mother Theresa balked, and her people told me that this interview was OVER, and she began to leave the room. But I fluttered the twenty dollars in front of her face, and she suddenly threw her hands up in the air, in utter despair, and screamed “TITO!! TITO!! TITO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

And then, Mother Theresa collapsed in a heap of frustration. I felt sad, really, that I had brought out the truth from that goofy old broad from Calcutta, and had caused her such dismay . But I also felt a bit of bravado as well. So, as any gentleman would do, I tossed the twenty bucks onto her quivering ass, and left the room.

Her people told me I was an asshole.

And, Dan, by 2022, all you’ll have to do is wiggle your ear and “Doc” can be streamed into your mind directly- no need for clunky dvd players and retinas. All for one low monthly price, of course…

Tell Them Who You Are! I had forgotten about that great doc, so thanks for the reminder.

Memo, I’ll guess you went used record hunting at Mystery Train, In Your Ear, Second Coming and…what was that other store??? On Mass. Ave, same side of the street as Second Coming, but a bit closer to Central Square. I really liked the In Your Ear on Commonwealth Ave. too.

Ahhh, the good ‘ol days…

I like movies like this.

I will look forward to seeing it in 2022…when it arrives here in bumfuck.

And I just want a little credit here, for staying “on topic” while in feedback mode…