If you love something, set it free

I left a lot of things upstate when I moved down to the city 7 years ago. Some of it was intentional abusing of my former housemate's good will, but a lot of it was detritus that I forgot about completely. Like all my REM cassettes. I mean, who needs those after 1990, right? I forgot them.

A couple months ago, while I was organizing my CDs, I noticed that one of my Gun Club CDs was missing. Now, I've been in two long-term relationships and 5 apartments since college and I knew, I just knew, that "Fire of Love" had disappeared somewhere along the way. I mean, I currently possess three copies of the Stones' "Beggars Banquet." You do the math. There's a certain amount of musical attrition when relationships end.

So how delighted was I to discover, while I was visiting my old housemate yesterday, that she, in fact, had my copy of "Fire of Love"? (Answer: Very.) Hidden behind her husband's Genesis and Toad the Wet Sprocket CDs (I wish I were kidding.) was my Gun Club CD.

In celebration of this reunion, I present to you Sex Beat, by the Gun Club. Same as it ever was.