11 January 2009

Who says fashion doesn't matter?

Went to Sears to return a broken tool. Talking to the guy
(Really clean cut kid; if he were knocking on my front
door, I'd have worried that he'd come to save my soul.)I
became distracted and said, "...and apparently you have
cute girls running through your store. I'm sorry I was
here at this moment to keep you from seeing that." His
mouth gaped. Just like a fish out of water and he turned
a most impressive shade of red.

Dinner was Greek. They had live music. The usual: one guy,
microphone, acoustic guitar, folksy sounding music... until
I arrived. Our server looks at me and says, "He's going to
play 'Cowboys from Hell', next." While looking at the
guitarist. I blinked a couple of times and realized he was
looking at the band named on my shirt. I replied, "I'd
prefer 'Broken'. Think that would sound nice on the
acoustic." We had a good laugh and the guy went away.
Something odd happened, though. The guy was playing folksy
music I didn't recognize right off, when we got there, but
the first song I did recognize was after my date started
humming along and I asked, "You recognize that?" and she
said, "Yeah. It's 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds'." About
this time, he had a bass player join him. Next he played
"Done with the night"; Cougar, but harder than the other
stuff. Then he stopped and asked, "Where's the guy who wants
to hear Pantera?" I raised my hand, belatedly, since I
wasn't paying a lot of attention to anything not immediately
at my table. (I'm proud to be an American) He continued,
"Security! Can we get some security in here?" I laughed
good nature-dly and went back to my date. Then I heard the
bass player playing the intro to 'Walk' and the guy says,
"I'd love to play it , really, but I don't know it." Which
was OK with me, since just the intro was quite out of place
for the setting and the set. The next song, though, was
"Wish You Were Here", followed by "Turn the Page",
"Going to California", and "Black". The whole tone of the
guy's set had suddenly changed.

I was pleased.

The place cleared out.

Oops. Sorry `bout that.

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