So, if you want to listen to my song selections, you have to click the play buttons. Much as I wish to impose my taste in music on you, I decided against a self-launching player that might startle you into incontinence if your speakers are too loud, or wake up your kids, or get you fired if my blog is not considered work-related, etc. I can’t live with that kind of guilt. Except on April Fool’s...and then watch out, because my conscience takes the day off. And my jello mold’s got your name on it, friend. And none shall withstand the wrath of my obscure John Vanderslice track on that day.