Jonathan Richman on March 3, 1990. (Credit: Gie Knaeps) Each week, SPIN digs into the catalogs of great artists and highlights songs you might not know for our Deep Cut Friday series. In the seven years between starting college and moving in with the woman I’m now married to, I had eight different roommates. Some of those roommates were good friends, strangers who I eventually got to know better, or acquaintances that I’d quickly learn weren’t so easy to live with. And then there was Jace. He’s the only Jason I’ve ever known who went by ‘Jace,’ a choice that I don’t really care for. (Sorry if you’re a Jace, maybe you could change my mind.) But I can’t say much else about Jace, because in the year we lived together, it felt like he never said more than a dozen words to me. If I tried to make small talk, it was like staring into a void. If we needed to discuss a pressing apartment-related matter, it was like pulling teeth.…