I'm in such a good mood thanks to BLUE SLEEPY.
She posted a video yesterday of the most awesome group called Apocalyptica. When I found out that Nina Hagen was featured on one of their songs (Seemann), I had to pay a visit to our little bitty music shop.
Most women of my age used to visit the music shop to look at the oily beau-hunk manager with the beautiful mouth...not that I've noticed it that much. Ahem. Oh hell, here. I'll show you what I'm talking about. Sheesh.
Here's another one. But that's it. What do you think I am, a stalker or something? Gahhh.
Anyway, like I was saying, those sluts used to visit the music shop just to gawk at the manager. Not me. I actually made purchases. With real money. Besides, those hussies drove him away. He's now a tattoo artist in another city.
Sooooo. He always considered my taste in music to be somewhat eclectic. (Love that word!) Just when he thought he had me figured out, BAM baby. I'd ask him to find me a copy of Romeo Void or Public Image Ltd. or Tony Bennett or Johnny Cash. He loved it. Still does apparently.
When I got to the music store after work today, he was there visiting. (Breathe, remember to breathe.) He asked "whatcha got 'em looking for today? John Prine or John Lydon?" (See? He knows me because I'm not a slut like my best friends those other middle-aged ladies.)
So I laughed and told him I was there to see if they had anything by Apocalyptica. He smiled and thanked me for keeping the new manager on his toes. He said he loves that group too.
I asked him if he ever had wanted to tell me to just shop iTunes and to quit bothering him. He looked shocked. "Absolutely not", he said. ABSOLUTELY not! He said he loved it when I came in because he never knew what I was going to ask for. He said it was fun for him to mentally pick a genre and see if he was even close. He thinks I'm fun! And then he said that he adored me for staying cool like that.
Take that you little old slut biddies. In your wrinkled up old faces. Ha! I am still cool!
Anyway, they didn't have any of the cd's I wanted, but the new manager offered to order them for me. I told him I'd just check around first.
Truth is, I came home and did the iTune thing. Yeah, it just ain't the same without the old oily beau-hunk manager with the purty lips...not that I've noticed his lips or nothing. It just ain't the same.
Thanks again, Bluesleepy, for turning me on to Apocalyptica. You seriously rock, my friend. Seriously. You do.
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