THE MAN.
I love music. I love music so much. It means something to me. And I collect it obsessively. I thought my knowledge was encyclopedic. I thought my collection was enormous.
But.
I may have met my musical match. My friend from the East Village (to be always differentiated from EVG), who is a DJ and music lover and music collector, well, he just spanked me, and because of that, he will heretofore be known, simply, as THE MAN.
See, I got all cocky when I had Chilliwack and he didn't.
So I started throwing out names to try to Stump the DJ:
Hurricane Smith.... he's got it.
Badfinger... got it.
And then, he dropped me to the floor: FEARGAL SHARKEY.
I concede. I cry uncle. I offer my baboon-red ass up as proof of the musical spanking I just received.
And to THE MAN, I bow down before you, because clearly, I'm not worthy!
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