»In which I like your manifesto

I'd like to say that this is all Aram's fault, my leaping about the apartment and hollering in accents somewhere between Stoke-on-Trent and the Shannon.

... but really, since that day that I walked into his apartment on E. 55th St and heard the first Sea & Cake album, I know that he knows the tunes ("Junkie Nurse", Ken Vandermark, whoever the hell he is, Pong) and myriad other pieces of rock and roll.

This reminded me that on the past few occasions I have visited Grumpy the music playing on the diminutive jukebox has sounded entirely different than my stereo -- than any of my stereos. A few days ago, "Mad About Sadness" enchanted me (so much that I bought a copy the next day), and then the first Arcade Fire album, which I never especially liked. The combination of the brick-wall acoustics and the deliciously heavy aroma of coffee must be driving my music taste.