My rant:
People who weren't cool should not be allowed to pen blogs.
Someone calling themself Tris in a blog Wrote:
What's not so good?: I could do without the laddishness of this project. But I suppose it comes with the territory, since party records, from Van Halen to Jay-Z, have always been lousy with testosterone. I remember when I was working a summer job stocking the shelves at Record World in the Short Hills Mall in 1988 -- we were listening to Poison over the store speakers for the umpteenth time. I complained about its abrasiveness, its unnecessary rowdiness, to the lovable-coke-fiend co-worker who had just thrown it on, and wondered aloud why nobody wanted to hear my Suzanne Vega cassette. “Tris”, he said to me, “this is party music. Do you like parties?” I had to confess that I did not. He opened his hands and said “there you go”. Formative moment in my critical education, friends.
I know exactly who scribed the above. This story is fiction. We never touched the Poison album that summer, believe me.
I was not the "lovable-coke-fiend". Our store had one coke fiend--the assistant manager who lasted two months, who wasn't allowed to go anywhere near the store's turntable. Neither, for that matter was "Tris". The only person who might possibly have put the Poison record on was a good friend, and also a DJ at Kean, but if he got near the turntable, it was for Megadeath, to which we rawked frequently.
Lastly, the conversation:
"Tris”, he said to me, “this is party music. Do you like parties?” I had to confess that I did not. He opened his hands and said “there you go”.
never happened, because NO ONE IN THE STORE WOULD EVER SAY TWO WORDS TO THIS PERSON. The born-again christian from the summer before may have been the only person on the staff we hated more.
A disgrace to the vest.
