Who needs 70-odd short reprints of music columns from the late 1990s by a poet of eccentric but broad musical sensibility? The answer is anyone with ears. Kleinzalher writes like a dream, with wit and real acuity in his attention to small musical details. The stuff he listens to is stuff I like a lot, which helps, and when the musical thread gets too much, there's always room for a salty life-story to leaven the mix. An early piece tells the tale of his earlier record-buying addiction, complicated by the fact that he'd forgotten to maintain gainful employment. It's possible a careful read of this book could end a few marriages and leave a few destitute. (Since starting it I seem to have acquired a Joe Henderson box set I didn't know I was missing, and almost put in a suicidal eBay bid for a completist Herbie Nichols collection.) Pure pleasure.