Zipper jams are a bummer. Not jazzy jams by late-90s quasi-sensation Squirrel Nut Zippers. But zipper jams as in when the zipper on your coat gets jammed. Because now you’re stuck in one of two unfortunate situations. Either you’re outside catching a nasty draft because you can’t zip up to completion, or you’re schvitzing puddles inside an overheated Duane Reade because you can’t get your heavy wool coat off, and you look like a damn fool trying to slip it on and off over your head like an oversized T-shirt. And you know that no matter how hard you try to play tailor and fix the jam yourself, you’re going to end up pulling the zipper off and leaving the little teeth more bent out of shape than you by now. To make matters worse bummer: having your zipper break on a Saturday on the Lower East Side, when anybody who knows how to fix a zipper is observing the day of rest. Unrelated unbummer: jazzy jams by the Squirrel Nut Zippers.
*This guest bummer by Harrison Peck who is so freaking famous right now.**
**If you wanna be as rich as Harrison, send your bummers to totalbumout@gmail.com.
