It's been a while...

I'm terribly sorry for the lack of postings on here, it's just that I, having recently moved to a different apartment, have not had access to the usual comforts like HBO and the internet. Well, I guess I could have walked to the wine bar or the coffee shop that are each maybe two blocks away and have free wi-fi, but then how could I pretend I was a true vintage urban hipster having to rely on things like CDs and records (and the episodes of the Wire I downloaded last year and was more than happy to watch again...3 seasons' worth) and (god forbid), things like going outside and walking down a sunny tree-lined street to a garage sale where they had these terrible prints with great frames that would serve my posters nicely for a mere seventy-five cents apiece!?

I actually didn't listen to any records, though I did buy a few. Which ones I bought isn't important. What is important is that I felt cool when I bought them. Except for that copy of Led Zeppelin IV, which I'm pretty ashamed of (as I was when I walked up to the counter with it, even if it only cost me $0.49) since I will probably never listen to it and I denied some kid the ability to "totally rock out" to "Stairway" (I imagine this song is referred to as if it's your best friend, much like all of Dave Matthews Bands' fans simply call them/him 'Dave').

Wow, that reminds me of the time I went to Black Dog Records in Houston like a year ago and the bullshit owner/shopkeep typecast me (in a conversation with my dad, I might add) as a stereotypical douchebag who "discovers" old "greats" and wants to listen to them on vinyl because "it's cool again". I shit you not, this guy was talking to my dad as if I were some 14-year-old kid wearing baggy cargo pants and a Che Guevara shirt. What he said was along the lines of "Ironic how the kids [meaning me, in this case] are getting into this stuff...Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Hendrix..." (as if those were the only bands to ever have existed before Fergie and Green Day). As he said this I could feel myself getting both angry and disappointed in what this burned out old fart was saying about me. Actually, I was pretty fucking angry, though because I'm a pacifist (read: wuss), I didn't say anything but merely handed the guy the list of stuff I was looking for. No, he didn't have any Television Personalities or Sea Urchins or Beat Happening or Talulah Gosh, or any of the fifty others I had on that list, but you know what? He did have a copy of Led Zeppelin III that I could have for a mere $22, that I could listen to just the way my dad did way back when!

For the record, don't go to Black Dog Records. They love to sell "the kids" shit for four times what it's worth, and even though they have tons of records, none of them matter.

Sorry about the rant; I've got a deadline coming up at work and I haven't been in the best mood lately. I intended for this to be a happy return post, but stress is taking over (even though I'm cool as a cucumber when I nonchalantly pretend to not give a shit about this at the office). Also, sorry if none of that makes sense. I'm tired and I think I'm going to go to bed.