That's Much Better

After more than the anticipated number of months, The Beast is back. Unpacked, alphabetized, shelved (oh the shelves!), loved (oh, the love!). Once again, I can listen to anything that's running through my head, from A3 to Zappa and anything in between.

I've never been away from my record collection for quite this long (unless you count the year spent living abroad - and even then I had a few dozen discs on hand at all times) and it doesn't suit me. Let's never speak of this again.

On with the show...