Burning Wood is ours. The takeover occurred Saturday with a raid on Nunziato's Astoria apartment. As he cowered in the corner, pleading, "Take my wife, but please leave my vinyl," the raiders forced Nunziato to concoct a story about a vacation to the Crescent City and a guest blogger. Later that day, he was shipped to a foreign country where he is being held while the readers of this blog decide his fate.
Let the bells ring out throughout the land. No more shall the people be subjected to endless reviews of Todd Rundgren's latest farts or be made to feel guilty for not ponying up $800 for a deluxe box set of outtakes from the outtakes of "Exile on Main Street."
After an intense door to door firefight, the comments section is now open. Have you been subject to a Nunziato tirade about your taste in music? Have you had the temerity to disagree with him only to have your sanity questioned? Now is your chance to respond. Have a new favorite song or album? Tell us. Most importantly, have an idea about what do with Nunziato? Feel free to post it. Revenge will be both swift and sweet.
Now, Nunziato still has allies out there. They will post phony comments about New Orleans. Pay no attention. They are on notice. We will smoke them out. Burning Wood is ours.