A standout line from Momofuku, the best Elvis Costello album in years. Really, the best since Spike.

And while we’re at it, I’m glad to see that this has been captured somewhere, however briefly.

For the full story of Arm of Roger, one must investigate the obscure corners of Grandaddy history.

Edit: Oops. There’s nothing there. It is the first song here, however. Followed by the rest of the album.

Long stream of webmeandering led me back to this, a favorite Rasputina song from a dozen years ago. Not sure how long you’ll be able to listen to it here.