I don't know why the rock desk is so busy this week. It may be due to a pressure front.
Did I ever tell you (dear reader) how I quit Dumbrella in summer 2004 in New York City, because none of the other members liked Steely Dan? I seriously did. I did not want to be in an organisation that could not respect The Dan, the snarkiest band of all time. In my rural English youth, those gents taught me how to cock a snook LA-style from 200ft. Hipsters before "hipster" became a dirty word and another uniform.
(I only rejoined Dumbrella in the car on the way to SPX in 2005 because new member Steven Cloud had some god-damn respect for shit-kicking country music. It's all about checks and balances.)
Anyway, that aside, today the internet played a mean trick on me, by revealing that there was a lost version of the Gaucho album. The internet had MP3s, but they've gone, like scotch mist. Needless to say the first person who can provide me with these MP3s gets the run of the SGR shop and any one item they would like.