An entry about music (sort of), with explanatory footnotes.

Today I walked into a store and heard Ryan Adams playing on the radio. It was the first time I'd ever heard him anywhere other than at the push of a button, so it made me smile and sing along.
What did they play right after that?
The Backstreet Boys.
This town is so fucking surreal*.

I also bought a Killers shirt. What with that and the White Stripes one, I'm bound to get the shit kicked out of me by the metalheads. And the punks. Hell, even the emokids would probably like to kick the shit out of me. And then write a song about it and weep.**
(The indie kids will not kick the shit out of me, mostly because they wouldn't want to dirty their vintage sneakers.)
Anyway. Point I'm trying to make is in a city where everyone who isn't into AC/DC and Led Zeppelin is sunk***, this was a very good find.

* If my art teacher was here she'd start beating me over the head about how that's not the REAL definition of surreal. And then she'd show me a thousand paintings of melted clocks and horses being consumed by giant vaginas. But she's not here so I'll abuse the English language as much as I like.
** Surprisingly, I actually like emokids. Mostly because I have this weakness for angst-ridden pretty people. See this journal's name. (The Kaiser was cool too.)
*** Okay, I lie. We have Megadeth fans here too.