Well, I think it's day number 347,000 of my quarantine due to the coronavirus, and not

only have I lost my taste and smell, I'm also losing my fucking mind.

I'm pretty sure I have what the doctors call a mild case, but I'm a big baby in almost

every situation where I don't feel good, and since my wife doesn't suffer fools easily,

I'm spending a lot of time in the studio by myself.

She claims it so I don't get anybody else sick, but everybody else is already sick, so

I think she just thinks I'm a jerk.

And in case you're not up to speed on what's going on, I have COVID, I'm hotboxing it

here in the studio, and I don't want to kill my partner, so we've decided to take a break,

let me rest and recover, and we'll get back to it just as soon as we can.

In the meantime, we know that people hate it when we rerun old episodes, so we're not

doing that.

We're digging deep into the TCB archives, into the 100 hours of material that has never

been released for one reason or the other.

Mainly, it's not good material, but amongst the trash there is always treasure, and I'm

digging in like a root canal trying to find it.

And while I've been stuck all by my loansome here in this studio, I've been getting reconnected

with music.

I've been watching old MTV videos on YouTube, I've been tuning into the latest and greatest

to find out what the kids are listening to these days, and I may have even listened

to a Willow Smith song or two.

It got me thinking, Chrissy and I have done a lot of talking about music on this podcast,

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