Wow. Never has it been so apparent that one woman has such an ardent fixation on the lighter songs of Jane Siberry, Blossom Dearie's work for “Schoolhouse Rock,” and sushi without rice. And was locked in a Canadian basement for several decades with a Casio synthesizer and no human contact other than a doting, elderly, partially-deaf grandmother. EP, yes. Album, no.

Um, Peggy, I'm very happy to say I owned this very shirt circa '92. It was either J. Crew or Urban Outfitters. Pretty sure it was Urban Outfitters, and I bought it on my first trip to NYC, thinking it was about the coolest mash-up of preppy and grunge ever. Hats off to the PM. Mine has long since been donated to Out of the Closet. There's one picture of me with it on; if I can find, I'll most certainly post.

Calls to mind a sequel to Orphan. Spoiler alert: Mr. Drummond did some f'ed up things to those kids.