By this point bands are used to having their music stolen, just not, you know, literally from their apartments. That’s what happened to Amy Linton of the beloved San Francisco Brit-tinged-twee-poppers Aislers Set this weekend, according to this actual news story written and then edited and then subsequently published in the Riverfront Times.

Obviously being robbed is a traumatic experience, and anyone who’s been through it can sympathize with the feelings of vulnerability and frustration that ensue — I had my bag of dirty gym clothes and a 40 year old iPod stolen out of my car two months and it still stings — but what if it wasn’t just your dumb old boring shit that got took, asks this piece, what if it was the super cute record collection of indie classics lovingly curated by a super cute cult musician? Practically makes everything else seem pointless in comparison.

Read the rest at Bullett.