My moving-day trash scores: this, the Beasties' Ill
Communication, a (the?) Woodstock '94 compilation, all three of the
Griffin & Sabine books, and a paperback boxlet of the Dark Is Rising
series.
Were this a studio compilation I might even have kept it (I, uh, kind of like the songs), but the open-air live sound is so convincing that I keep thinking of being outside on a summer night, and if I have a beautiful summer night to enjoy, I would actually prefer to do it without Phil Collins.