I blame commercial radio, lame ass disc jocky's and suck ass television for all things evil in the creative universe today.

Remember music stores? REAL stores where you'd go in and talk to the people working there about an album and they'd show you other's you might like too? Just like the old book stores. Where you'd ask a question and they didn't have to look up the answer on a computer.

Rolling Stone records in Chicago was a favorite haunt of mine. And in California there were book stores with fireplaces you could grab a book, some free tea and sit by the fire and read. And you weren't assaulted with over priced goddawful, predictable Starbucks nerds ignoring the world on their laptops.