the_impression_that_i_get raze i swear i saw the music video for this mighty mighty bosstones banger in the basement of my mother's house almost thirty years ago. the band was on a beach. walking through waves. dancing on wet sand. when i watch it now, they're standing on a soundstage, sharing handshakes and hugs when the discord dies down and the hammond organ starts to purr. if i got that wrong, there must be other memories i haven't preserved properly. what happens to pieces of your past when they spoil? is there a smell that alerts you to the turn they've taken? or do you eat what's already yours a second time and find a way to believe the lies your terrified tongue is told? (well, i never had to — knock on wood. but i know someone who has. which makes me wonder if i could.) 260822 what's it to you? who go blather from