I am glad you could be here. I was expecting you. I made enough night to go around. Help yourself to it, knowing that when it is gone, i will excuse myself to try and make peace with myself. I am not sure i am any closer, but i am getting better at it. After all, i am glad you are here and there is no more night to trouble me.
In which a long-time record collector decides which albums to keep and which to cull, supplemented by other commentary
