COOLEY:
last night I had a dream that I was involved in a plane crash and stranded in Maine.  I went to a record store there and saw “Dirty” on dou­ble vinyl, so I bought it for you, since you’ve been look­ing for it. Upon leav­ing the store I looked in the bag and had got­ten the wrong record, a boot­leg instead.  I went back and said “I’ve got the wrong record” and they gave me the right one, tho it was fifty cents more ($12.49).

LENTZ:
That is the great­est dream I have ever heard about. To me, it sym­bol­izes the deep love that you feel for me. I’m not kid­ding either. Dreams about records=love. I also for­got that I was look­ing for Dirty on vinyl. Thanks for remind­ing me.

COOLEY:
It’s get­ting re-released on quadru­ple vinyl this sum­mer, cuz the CD’s get­ting the same 2CD expan­sion treat­ment as
“Who’s Next” in a cou­ple of weeks.

LENTZ:
I had a dream about shit­ting last night. I won’t go into it.

COOLEY:
Dreams about shitting=love

LENTZ:
In that case, I dream about shit­ting on you.

COOLEY:
Should I plunk down $30 for the “Who’s Next” dou­ble CD thing?  Ugh.

LENTZ:
Regard­less of what I have to say, I know you’re gonna go out and buy it  any­way. I don’t know. What did they do to it this time?

COOLEY:
Who’s next: some demos, the whole live Life­house show they did at “the Vic”…when every­body was sup­posed to
be con­nected with the one note pure and easy and per­son­al­ties would get inter­twined with com­put­ers and what­not. Yup.

LENTZ:
Yeah, get the WHO’s NEXT. What’s thirty bux? Five maybe six, mis­er­able  Canadian-occupied tables at the Five Spice?

Sheesh.