Paradoxal Pterodactyl

Yo.  Dave again.  If you are aware of our particular cycles of idiosyncracies, you were probably already assuming I was the one gumming up the works around here lately.  It's true, I have teased temporally relevant snacks that went cold on the counter, promised vintage selections from the vaults and never went down to the cellar to fetch them, and generally sat around with assthumbs instead of laboring episodically.  It's been a long, rough year, and I for one am ready to leave this one behind. It occurred to me that one of the things I have been sitting on would actually be perfect to play us out today.  Back in September, Ben Ricketts announced he was playing a show for his birthday, retiring a bunch of songs, and taking a hiatus to refresh and reset after the gnarly time he'd been having himself.  He's been one of our favorite singer-songwriter types since oh so many moons ago when Tubby Tom first brought him to me at the Way Out.  I was supposed to do a remix for a song from his excellent album "Songs for