Yesterday my Uncle Bruce made a joke about “Andrew Shirvell being so far in the closet that he’s found Narnia” and it made me laugh out loud.
Then I realized that I get that joke because I read those books. Because he bought them for me. He also introduced me to the Kids In The Hall, the Velvet Underground and one time sent the Decline of Western Civilization to me on an unmarked VHS tape with no return address. My mom and I put the tape in all freaked out like “This better not be footage of you sleeping or something.” But no, it was just one more cool thing.
One Christmas vacation when I was 16 and I said I didn’t know who Tom Waits was. My Uncle just looked at me and said:
“Get in the car. We’re going shopping.” Song 7. Tada.