third raze while reckoning with the omnivore edition of this essential album, it struck me that john fry got it wrong when he sequenced the test pressing he shopped around to indifferent record labels all those years ago. the only way to hear this music is on the rykodisc reissue reconfigured by jim_dickinson. jim might not have always told the truth, but he knew how to spin a story that would stick to your guts. he took a stack of songs as honest and unvarnished as their author at the moment of their making, and he sculpted the beautiful mess of it all into something more than just the death of one man's soul on tape, with his faded muse a brittle ghost haunting the grooves. listen to alex chilton sing "blue_moon" and tell me that isn't the sound of love living through its own loss. 251014 what's it to you? who go blather from