Conspirators in pajamas, who exchange deep kisses for passwords

I'm posting this here, because if there is someone who reads this blog- you either stumbled on this by accident, or yr a creepy stalker, either of which qualify you as deserving.  How many times have you enjoyed the privilege of discovering new music? Being the first person you know to hear rare tracks, bump them in the sanctity of your home, car, or ipod head space does something for your ego that you have to cherish. Even if its for a few seconds, until your music gets cannibalized by the internets machine that makes everything popular yet exclusive, those few seconds are unlike the next few seconds with the next rare hit- it's like sex & happenstance; serendipitously falling into your hands behind closed doors. It's beautiful, rare, and most importantly, all yours.