Narcotic Candy

O frabjous day, calooh callay!

Here in my head, there is a ridiculous wealth of music knowledge. It's cataloged strangely, but well enough that I can unfurl a bizarre tapestry of side projects, B-sides, and assorted minutiae at the drop of an "I just wanted to know if he liked the Dismemberment Plan," hat.

The dark(er) side to this knowledge is that I'm also a bit of a bumbling fuck. I tend to forget things, and the more immediately pertinent they might be, the more likely I am to forget what the hell it is I was supposed to be about.

You know how, back in the day, you'd want a record or two, so you'd go to a store and the second you stepped over the threshold, you immediately had no idea who this white-gowned woman in your arms was?

Multiply that sensation by 25 and then divide by two for the overstretched threshold gag.

That's me.

Anyhow, this morning as I was puttering about on the nets, searching for any bits of data that could prove crucial to my fantasy football teams, some delightful old Mercury Rev popped up on ze randomizer.

SHADY!

I love Shady. I've spent most of the last 12 or so years with that knowledge forgotten.

It's pretty easy to see why, I mean, I only heard the album once or twice in high school.

But I found it on Amazon's mp3 site this morning after the aforementioned Mercury Rev incident.

The exposition: After the first two Rev albums, they had a bit of a falling out. David Baker, whose name I forgot while attempting to tell Austin about it this morning, left the band and recorded one album, World, under the name Shady in 1994.

Seriously, there's at least a dozen albums I would buy in a heartbeat if only I remembered what they were. There's probably a lot more.

As I remember them, I shall purchase them (when possible) and proceed to blather.

If I do not find them, I shall blather nonetheless.