This new album is great.

Wassa album? Like you got it on vinyl?

Don’t make me feel old!

Sorry. So what’s good about it?

It just feel coherent. Not a collection of singles, but as if it were one entire work.

You sound old.

Hush.

Well, you do. You should write a review of it.

I don’t write reviews.

Why not?

I don’t have anything interesting to say. “Gee this is nice.”

It has a good beat and you can dance to it?

Exactly!

Bah, you have a lot to say, always. You could write fun reviews.

No, I mean, really, I would just write reviews about how the song reminded me of a pair of shoes I once had, you know?

I would read the hell out of those reviews.

Shush.

I mean it! They would be great.

Also I would rather spend my time listening to music instead of writing about it.

Well, that’s fair.

I thought so. I don’t know, I don’t even read many music reviews anymore.

I love a good music review.

Me too, but I don’t find as many of them as I once did.

You need to dig a bit harder.

The effort isn’t worth the reward, all too often.

Sad.

I know!

I meant you. Go out and find a good reviewer. Find new music. Sheesh.

This is a sign that…

You’re getting old? Yup.

Ow.

Don’t look at me, I didn’t do it.

Get off my lawn.

This isn’t a lawn. You just threw a bit of lettuce on the ground.

It’s green! And you’re almost standing on it! Whipper snapper!

Oh… kay. I’m gonna go now and send help in a bit.

Ohhh also send some pastrami?

Got it. Orderlies, sedation, pastrami. No problem.

You’re the best.

So can I stand on your lawn?

Don’t push it!