Chapter 10 - Conclusion

Chapter 10 

This is the end... of this relatively quick survey of self-titled albums... the only end, my friend. Time to close the door and meander in another direction. Skipped His Medication, Editor con Carne, is giving me that "was there a point?" look. Careful man, you keep making that face it'll stick that way. I keep telling you there ain't no morals to these stories at all, i just find it refreshing to wander the hallways and see how they are intersecting at the moment. It had a clear trajectory, right? Best to worst, least effort to most effort in terms of liking them, debuts to squiggly middle-ground to a definite ending. If absolutely nothing else, Speed City Records in Ontario confirmed my order and shipped 3 records for future us-es to enjoy on their own obscure terms. Never would have happened if it weren't for that little picnic at Punctuation Pavilion. 

A whole week of albums. I had fun. What more could you possibly want? And so, back to humming. This is the end... my only friend, the end. If that crystal ship doesn't get here soon, i guess i'll just have to hop on the blue bus....

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