joking raze someone threatened to blow up my house once. he called and left a message. he said i bought the belt-driven turntable he wanted from this great little audio place that i don't think exists anymore. then he told me what he was going to do about it. he must have known me. but he disguised his voice with an awful accent that didn't even know what it was trying to be. and his number was unlisted. whoever left that message, i think he thought it was a joke. i wasn't laughing. this was a few months after two men kicked in my front_door and threatened to kill me. an experience like that will strain your ability to find humour in the idea of being reduced to ashes by an unstable vinyl junkie. i never did find out who that person was. sometimes i wonder, though. 250325 what's it to you? who go blather from