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[Arendt] insisted that only good had any depth. Good can be radical; evil can never be radical, it can only be extreme, for it possesses neither depth nor any demonic dimension yet — and this is its horror! — it can spread like a fungus over the surface of the earth and lay waste the entire world. Evil comes from a failure to think. It defies thought for as soon as thought tries to engage itself with evil and examine the premises and principles from which it originates, it is frustrated because it finds nothing there. That is the banality of evil.

I am a lifelong coveter of covers, but the best ones are getting harder to find. Maybe it's like the old timer at Baskin-Robbins after years behind the scoop, tastes drift further and further away from chocolate and vanilla. But the truth is throughout my life on the banks of the river of music, I've cast my net for the curious and offbeat. I discovered community radio and used record stores in the 1970s as a high-school suburbanite, and entered the radio/television program at Ohio University and their 24-hour campus station in the golden era of college radio. The uptown record store I worked at part time introduced me to luxurious, import-only, seven-inch and twelve-inch singles, backed with exclusive b-sides or, occasionally, mysterious cover choices.

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