Here’s your spot to quickly get a rock-related beef off your mind. It doesn’t have to be anything major or long-standing, like any number of the pet peeves I share on a weekly basis. I think it’s best if we use this space for the sort of minor rock-related offense or frustration that you recently felt yourself unable to share with your mate or any nearby “normal” people.
For instance, en route to dinner with some work friends last night, I passed a bookstore. Knowing that I had a flight coming up this weekend I thought I’d duck in and pick up the latest edition of MOJO, always one of my go-to reads for long flights. Wouldn’t you know who was featured on the cover?
The Boss! “We were connected to the street…” reads the quote pulled on the cover of a story entitled The Making of a Working Class Hero. I almost never suffer from motion sickness, I figured, so why buy that issue and find myself throwing up over the middle of America? And the last thing my wife, who does suffer while flying, needs to hear is me bitching about the continuing saga of His Bossness. The issue also has a piece on Joanna Newsom, “The New Queen of Acid Folk,” as if I should know who the old queen was.
Man, I’m getting queasy just thinking about this issue I didn’t buy, but you see what I mean about the purpose of this thread? I couldn’t have sought empathy from anyone around me in the store. My wife and kids had better things on their mind. But you, my fellow Townspeople, can most likely listen and nod your heads. I feel better already, and I look forward to doing my part to help you feel better about your most recent rock-related beef, the kind of thing no one hears you screaming about in the regular world.
