Jason (jcreed) wrote,

Further meditation leads to decreasing confidence that I even understand my own motivations. Alls I know right now is that it's not fair to expect other people to think like me, so I shall try not to.

Attention, coffeeshop named "61c Café":

1. You are not allowed to play the following kind of song on the overhead speakers. Opening riff of song sounds like "High and Dry" off of Radiohead's "The Bends". Further chord development of song sounds like "High and Dry" off of Radiohead's "The Bends". The first syllable of the vocals of the song enters, sounding like Thom Yorke singing "High and Dry" off of Radiohead's "The Bends", since you are already expecting to hear the same, already thinking back to how it felt to not have yet turned twenty, how it felt to be in high school, feeling all of the memories (stuck by dint of so many hearings to the idle verse's-melody) abruptly come back, fresh as shrink-wrap, feeling that warm, old, glow of familiarity, looking forward to, almost hearing in your head the wonderful slow, whining, half-screaming chorus. Lastly, and this is really the important part, song is totally not "High and Dry" off of Radiohead's "The Bends" but is soon revealed to be some crappy song that just kinda has similar chords.

2. All is forgiven when a guy suddenly comes in off the street and starts playing crazy accordian music. Man, I need to get me one.

Perhaps I should emphasize that this is not a guy coming in off the street, taking his shift behind the counter and changing the radio or whatever it is they pipe through the speakers to the crazy accordion music station. No, it is just a guy and his accordion. For the most part, minor-scale-french-cafe-sounding-stuff, but he busted out 12-bar blues at one point. I was beside myself.

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