18 October 2006
HOT CHODE IT'S MY TOWER RECORDS ZEITGEIST POST
Things overheard at the Tower Records on East 4th Street tonight
-Excuse me, sir, do you have The Essential Iron Maiden? Oh, ha! Wow. Here are five thousand copies.
-Hi I can take the next person down here
-Hi how are you
-I'm doing better now that I bought all these CDs at rock-bottom prices! How are you?
-This is the best day of my life
-Hey. Hey mom. You won't fucking believe this. I just read this in New York's The Village Voice. Are you sitting down? Sit your seventy-year-old ass the fuck down, mom. You won't fucking believe this. I just read this. Tell me when you're sitting down. OK. Great. Ready? You can't tell anybody. Did you know that there's this thing--it's like this secret Chinese bus or something--that, I shit you not, you can take to Boston for only twenty dollars?!
-Do you see that girl over there? By the magazine rack? I want to set her on fire.
-Totally. I mean this is totally going to revolutionize transportation to and from Boston. Unbelievable development.
-When you guys finally close up at night, are you going to build, like a tower of records, and then like knock it down? No no no, I don't think you know what I'm trying to say here. I think you're misunderstanding me.
-Have you heard of this band Diddy?
-Oh, and another thing, mom. Don't call it Boston. Call it "Beantown."