Turns out I didn’t sell my copy of Cheap Trick’s Budokan as I thought I might have—I found the CD yesterday tucked into a pile of stuff I pulled out of my car right before I sold it. I do remember throwing the seminal ’70s rock album in my glove box last Spring, where it apparently stayed until I decided ten grand was worth more than my right to leave Brooklyn on four wheels at any given time. Not sure when or why I axed Budokan from my iTunes, but whatever. All is right with the world now. The sweet, blond coo of Robin Zander fills my ears once more. On a related note, here’s a picture of Bun E. Carlos from high school:
Bun’s the one on the left, in case you were wondering. Me-ow!