Good, Kind Friends of the Upper Crust! How gratifying it is to once again have occasion to address you, we can only with difficulty find words to describe; and yet more gratifying still is it to avail ourselves of the opportunity of delivering such welcome, long-awaited news as we so long-windedly are desirous of conveying, as follows:
It gives us the greatest pleasure to announce that the music of the Upper Crust, which has unaccountably been absent from the various catalogs of the rogue's gallery of streaming providers these last few years, is once again available for those who have abandoned their hand-cranked wax cylinders and gone, as they say, "digital."
We thank you for your long-suffering forbearance! Truly, it was an unforgivable lapse on our part, which we most humbly acknowledge and own up to—due entirely to our not giving a single watery fart about the whole business of supplying a few Swedes with a few more copper pfennigs or whatever it is they use to barter for their dried herring up there when not making chocolate fondue in the nude.
There, we have made our feelings known. Enough! We shall speak no further of it. Simply know that you can once again do your vacuuming or laundry whilst dimly hearing in the background the music of the Upper Crust in all its tinny, lossy, streaming majesty. And then let your algorithm segue and select for you something hardly worthy of being mentioned in the same lifeless, digital breath.
Oh Happy Day! Let the pfennigs roll. As the young people might say, "Crank it up!"
With Apologies, Your Most Shamefully Distracted and Neglectful Correspondent,
Bumbles
Secretary and Manservant to Their Lordships the Upper Crust