At one point in our life my wife and I were going to be loft-people. You know, that strange urban creature that lives upstairs in old, useless warehouses retro-fitted to provide living space for the frugally challenged. Ultra-hip, rocking-chair/bookcase combo, The Groovy Banana might have been the rocking chair for me, then. Now? I appreciate it’s peculiar qualities but it’s limp peel, the segmented cushion hanging over it’s edges, creeps me right out.