It’s a shame but when I’m at work, usually, I’m trapped in something resembling a four-bar-phrase Cask of Amontillado, with my sous chef hogging the music. And if it were a believable story, I’d gladly divulge to you the music he regularly puts on. Suffice it to say, anyway, that when I get my chance … Continue reading “At Some Point During The Very Best of Cream the Outside World Ceased to Exist”