Do I even like Supertramp? Why do I have at least two of their records? It must be because I can’t stay away from thrift store vinyl bins. Can’t do it. I guarantee you that every such bin in every thrift store in All The Land has at least one Supertramp record. Why? It’s as if there’s some wormhole that ensures this is so.
Did those boys do something saucy/controversial but not saucy/controversial enough for the music-listening masses to steamroll their recordings, so they just threw them in the Goodwill bin?
Wikipedia research says: electric piano… LSD… nervous breakdowns… personal differences… I got nothing. I guess we’ll never know.
Supertramp is one thing, but I’m not quite as ambivalent about Thai green papaya salad. I like, definitely like. It’s complex, flavorful, savory, spicy, tangy and beer-friendly.
