It’s a moment I’ll never forget: 12 years old, hanging upside down off the end of the bed with my orange and white Panasonic transistor radio, while for six minutes the world stood still.
There are just some perfect records in the world.
Found a near-mint original copy of this album at Psychotronic Records in Augusta this past spring. Damn, I wish I’d picked it up.
Letterman knows good music, and he put a lot on his show–something that’s lost with the cult of personality shows made up of Twitter-post bits that make up late night TV now.
What else can you say but “beautiful?”