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I've been following Leapster since around 1987, and he's always been the kind of iconoclast who never bothers learning the meaning of words like 'iconoclast'. Thanks for the heads up that his glacial progress is at one of his rare ultra productive phases.

Without wanting to put myself in the frame, Dave, I had to look up iconoclast. "One who attacks cherished beliefs." That's pretty much why I like Leapster. He doesn't get sucked in by spin, hype and bullshit. More than anything, he likes what HE likes and not what media shills, sucks, push-up merchants and wannabes SAY THEY like.

I stumbled on him later than 87, but liked his taste so much, I used to record Clobbering Time when I was at work. I've actually still got his three-show (six hours) "Greatest Albums of All Time" from 1995.

I remember those shows! There were two great things about his list:

1) That he paid no heed to what was 'cool' or 'uncool', and put down quite a few records that would have gotten his listeners upset (myself included, in some cases!); and

2) That he made the rule that he had to like every track, and you could hear him arguing with himself over the merits of that rule (the one that comes to mind is the first Stooges record, where he just couldn't bring himself to like 'We Will Fall').

I think it helps if you've presented radio (or, for that matter, taught) to appreciate the amount of effort and writing that goes into preparing for something like those shows - that is meant to sound/look completely unrehearsed.

The Leapster's got it right with his point that culture ain't necessarily all about the new.

This style of reviewing is a bunch of fun, and is almost by its nature immune to marketing shills. Readers will learn lots, make connections across the universe, and nothing will be referred to as "Hitchcockian" in style.

At least, I'm hoping not.

There were also no best-ofs and no retrospectives. The albums had to be bona fide then-&-theres. He played some great tracks, too.

Creedence: Ramble Tamble.
The Black Crowes: Hotel Illness.
Jellyfish: New Mistake.
The Stones: Let It Loose.
The Miracle Workers: When A Woman Calls My Name.

Extras over The Office?

Fawlty "better" than Curb?

Chacun a son espresso I guess.

Leapin' Larry L is one of Melbourne's living cultural icons or some similar cliche.

He's the Mahatma Gandhi, Napoleon Brandy, the purple light of a summer night in Spain, he's the National Gallery, Garbo's salary, cellophane, sublime, he's turkey dinner, the time, the time of a Melbourne Cup winner.

I'd jump off the the ropes onto Stone Cold Steve for Larry. He's the tops.

He's a National Living Leisure.

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