Okay, in the record section of the store, and I’m not telling which store because I am supposed to be boycotting them and refuse to advertise for them. Yeah, the music department, fumbling with a CD by that barcode preview thing… The clerk, a big-bellied guy with a handlebar mustache insists on helping me get it to work. Then he hangs around to see (and hear) what I was previewing. The music video pops up, AFI’s “Miss Murder.”
Mr. Handlebar Mustache looks at the weird guy singing, looks at me, looks back at the weird guy. He asks, “You don’t listen to that hard rock?
I pause for a while, hey, is he trying to sell this stuff or not? Finally I tell him, “Yep, I do.”
He rolls his eyes and walks off.
Yeah I listen to this punkass crap. That and techno is about the only thing with the right beat for my workouts. It’s brutal, my exercise routine which keeps me sane. And this music, it chases off the really strange guys.
Here’s AFI’s “Miss Murder.” Don’t be afraid.