The article on the Indigo Girls is out and I was quoted in it several times, including the closing quote of piece. I’m trying not to be filled with self-doubt about it. As soon as I hung up the phone with Phil, I was worried about either having gotten a fact wrong (god help me, I hope they had a fact-checker running over my 15 year old recollections about what compilations they were in) or having made a dumb, facile point. Now, on reflection, fuck it. I took my best stab at it, and if it isn’t correct or isn’t good, so be it. You got to strike out a few times if you want to swing for the fences. The one thing I really didn’t like is that I sound self-aggrandizing at the end about “perhaps being one of the first DJs to play them on the radio”. What I thought I said was something like “I was one of the real early ones, probably not the very first but one of them.” Que sera. It makes me sound like an asshole, but that’s the way it goes in the big city. I’m resisting the urge to check my own facts about which song was on that “Dented Cans” compilation. If the AJC didn’t check them and printed them that way, ain’t nothing I can do to fix that now.