We go through Maude's LP collection, discover NagelBett's track listing, a semi-heartfelt apology, magically rearranging liquor bottles, checking out a piece of film dirt, going full "verk," marveling at the history of synthpop, an exasperated gutteral sigh, revisiting the darkest mouth in Hollywood, a deliberate OCD-inducing production design element, not liking the tinkles, Lebowski jurisprudence, and considering the films we need versus the films we deserve.
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Synthpop
which I believe was some sort of hovercraft
Not the autobahn we were looking for
Herb Alpert's 'Whipped Cream Lady' Closes In On 78 Years Old
Hearts of Space
