I reached out to Steve once and asked him for suggestions on a good symphonic prog album with lots of keyboards. Didn't hear much for a few days.
Suddenly, one evening around 9 PM there's an extremely loud rapping on my door. I open it to see this shifty-looking dude in an otherwise-snappy Hawaiian kind of T-shirt. It's him. Behind him are six or seven extremely large and intimidating looking men with crowbars and other distressing objects (I didn't know it at the time, but it turns out this was most of Thinking Plague).
Two of the men pick me up and set me back on my sofa while Steve just stares intently, without moving, without saying a word. The rest of the crew make their way into my bedroom where I hear the sounds of CD cases being knocked over, crushed, and otherwise pulverized. I'm not sure if it was shock or fear that held the tears back but somehow, I maintained my composure throughout.
After about 15 minutes the cacophony subsided and the men came back into the room, covered in dust, plastic splinters and little pieces of CDs. Still silent through the whole ordeal and never once averting his steely-eyed stare from mine, Steve reaches into his shirt, pulls out a CD and throws it at my feet.
And just like that, they were gone. Back into the night, perhaps to provide that one-on-one customer service to another unknowing soul.
I looked at the CD. It was Happy the Man - Live.
Great album!! Changed my life...thanks again Steve!!
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