With my old chum rock critic Parke Puterbaugh. If you're not familiar with Parke, he wrote for The Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review for years; he also writes for Rolling Stone and he's a curator at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, which is to say he's a lot cooler guy than I ever dreamed of being.
But in any case, the following discussion ensued, which was joined by -- and I still can't believe this -- Brinsley Schwarz himself.
I don't know which I'm more flummoxed by -- the fact that I didn't know about that last album or the fact that the actual Brinsley Schwarz commented on something I wrote. And now excuse me -- I gotta go order that seventh Brinsley CD.
Which, as it turns out, is titled after their version of one of my favorite songs ever.
Today has turned out to be a very good day, oddly enough.