CORRECTION

(click to see through the paper)

So I was watching The State pretty recently (on a kind of VHS mix-tape I'd made with two VCRs in the mid-1990s), and I had remembered Kevin Allison—he was on the show, not really one of the "stars," but I thought of him fondly as a member of the cast, sure—but what amazed me when I watched the shit again was: Kevin Allison was pretty much the best guy on the show.

Just about every moment I remembered as brilliant featured—who else?—Kevin Allison. The more he popped up, the more amazed I was. I remembered him, and I remembered my favorite parts...it's just that somehow I hadn't quite put it together that he was the center of my favorite parts (or at least of so many of them).

Two examples, more or less at random, entirely off the top of my head:

1. [as the priest, or minister, or whatever] I am shocked to see members of my congregation praying this blasphemous prayer! And yet...I cannot help but concur! Please, God: kill this boy!
2. [as the gym coach] Hey! Doug! Getchyer openly gay ass over here! / So lemme get this straight: you just like having sex with other men?

Anyway, I bring this up as an illustration of the way these things can work, in order to make a totally State-unrelated point:

I listened to Abbey Road again on Sunday, straight through, and—after marveling in much the same way that I did when listening again to Sgt. Pepper—I would like, over my official "Paul Is Bad" sign, to tape the following white-paper, word-processed temporary correction, reading, simply:

BASS