Nick Bollinger who writes the music column in the “Listener” plays bass in the band.

He’s also less well known as the author of a gem of a book, called “How to listen to Pop Music” and I did the fan thing (which would have embarrassed any progeny in tow) and told him during the break how much I enjoyed reading it.

He was so friendly that I suspected he’d only sold the one copy.

Ms jb had her heart set on getting hold of a song from the set with the phenomenal title of “I call my baby sugar (because she’s so refined”).

Everyman Records on Hardy Street weren’t too optimistic about getting it, but ordered it anyway.

Never did turn up.

So I wrote to Nick (who’s now my friend, seeing that I’m the only person who bought his book..) and he reckoned he had a copy of the CD lying around at home and he’s send it to me if he could find it.

Never did turn up, so apart from frequent questioning from Ms jb as to what I’m going to do about it, I pretty much gave up on the idea.
(Although to his eternal credit, Nick donated a bunch of signed copies to a “Bloggers for a Cure” thing I got involved in that raised a couple of thousand dollars for CYF research.

Fast forward to this week.

Back in Nelson after 15 months, so we pop into Everyman.

Did they have anything by “The Windy City Strugglers”?

Quick scan. One in stock. It’s the one we’d ordered 15 months ago.

Turned up 5 months after we ordered it (“That’s pretty quick for that distributor, actually…”), been held for almost a year on the off chance that we’d drift by and finally got put out on the shelves.

A couple of weeks ago.

This is Nelson….