You know, from time to time over the years, we here at Video Video headquarters find ourselves entertaining visiting rock dignitaries from all over this fair land of ours—especially Detroit. And, after the obligatory break-theice rockcritspeak formalities (�Do you realize that I actually bought that Prefab Sprout record based on your recommendation?�; �No, I do not think that �Do the Clam� has any redeeming social value�; �Yes, I agree—Roger Whittaker/s God!�) are dispensed with, we often notice that some of our guests begin to fidget in their seats and break into a cold sweat as they nervously eye the videocassette archives housed against the back wall of the complex. Soon these agitated persons are leaning over and whispering in our ear a question we�ve heard many, many times before.