The Febrile Browsings of the Bargain Bin

If you want to talk about music, that’s fine, but don’t expect the conversation to get much beyond what I like and what I don’t. The theory and practice elude me completely.
     At one of my rare house parties, someone had the effrontery to describe my CD collection as “the febrile browsings of the bargain bin,” and I had nothing with which to defend myself, except to tell him that I had, in fact, purchased most at full price.
     At another party, someone else told me that timing was more important than pitch, but I suspect he was a drummer.