Try living in New Hampshire with this madness, gents. At this very moment, I have four contenders in my living room, perusing my CD collection. Bernie Sanders is questioning why I don't have more Billy Bragg, Ted Cruz is pissed that Lee Greenwood isn't represented, and Trump is casting a disapproving eye at my Alejandro Escovedo and Los Lobos selections, but he's willing to build me a wall unit, lots of wall units, should I need them. Rick Perry is trying to come up with 3 artists I should eliminate but the third one eludes him. Shit, it's HRC at the door with Planned Parenthood literature, an apple pie, and the most rehearsed smile one could imagine. Only the folks in Iowa know my pain.

Peter T.