Friday, September 24, 2004
If all goes well, London Calling - The Legacy Edition shall be mine by day's end, which is just the way I prefer to spend a late Friday afternoon: listening to a great record and writing about it. I'm trying to avoid actually buying it -- or to justify buying it -- by writing about it for next week's Free-Times. Every CD I buy is old shit I've grown up with; I haven't bought anything by a new band in months. I don't even know what's out there. I'm just an old fart who still thinks the world turns on Elvis and the Stones and punk and barely has a foot in the 21st Century.