Every time I pull a record from the stacks and exclaim, what the hellis this, I can with some certainty tellyou that the album found its way into mystacks courtesy of my friend Curtis, who loves, more than any music fan I haveever known, to listen to everything, anything, loves the completely unfamiliar,loves the wacky,Continue reading “#840: P is for Puleo, Johnny, and His Harmonica Gang”