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\ Remember when we first got to DC and I literally walked into a random record store and got a job there? Nobody Beats The Wiz. That was the spot - an East Coast chain we had no real understanding of, but once I started there and found out it's NYC provenance it was a pretty insane place to be in 1989. I mention it, becausemy absolute favorite band discovery from that time, De La Soul (and, to be honest, I knew I dug them, but they have grown to be a solid touchstone for that specific time in my life) - and that first album, 3 Feet High and Rising, is the damn gold standard of hip hop for me but it hasn't been available to stream for any of the years streaming has been a thing. Sure, I think I may still have the cassette in that rubbermaid tub at my mom's house (or, it may be gone. i haven't seen those casettes in a while) but I have only been able to really hear those songs if John or someone plays them on KEXP, and I have sorely missed it. The good news is that they are finally going to be released to stream next month, and so they are releasing a few of the singles. At any rate, this is all me wasting some time and space to be able to hide this venting about my terribly boring desk job. I am so coul-crushingly bored, and because I have to remain somewhat engaged in order to perform my customer service job, and am required to be civil to my coworkers which is always a tenuous situation at best with me in a desk situation. You may not remember this as we weren't really close most of the time I had these sorts of jobs (though when I rejoined the band mid-90's I was working them, but we weren't really connecting on that level or sharing much of our inner lives, so I doubt you had any clue how much I hated those gigs) but I FUCKING HATE BEING FORCED TO SIT. Which is odd, as I dooooo love to sit on my ass and dink around at home. But here? Nah. And my Gen Z counterpart is bumming me the fuck out. Kids man, kids.

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