Okay, boys and girls — a lot of facts this time around...And they’re going to be coming at you fast, so sit up, pay attention, and ferchrissake try to look interested.

I mean: this is a thankless enough task as it is — three columns already and I ain’t got a red cent (and now I hear Edmonds has absconded to Marin County with the CREEM kitty, all last months free records and a pile of very valuable “Album Of The Century” decals RCA sent over in a vain attempt to assuage the wrath of Bangs before he reviewed Diamond Dogs).

Yawns and cries of “Give us the low-down on Olivia Newton-John” I don’t need.

Anyway.

Boring, complicated stuff first — which is: Splitsville. And — as Autumn cools up over here and tours and new albums a-go-go proliferate from the agencies and record companies of perfidious Albion — splits, quits, and musicalchairs amongst band-memberships fall as the scurf / of Jehovah out. of these tormented September skies.