Where’s My Coffee, Steve?

Now, I’m not saying that I deserve to served a fluffy coffee by an icon of the (punk) music industry, but I’m a little offended that Mr. Albini hasn’t made me a hot beverage lately. Or, at all for that matter. Where’s my joe, Steve?

And, for your coffee break – a little auditory caffeine from Shellac of North America:

Happy rainy Monday, Asheville. Keep your beans safe and poop free.