Testosterone O.D.
Ugh. Being able to play used rock/pop CDs at work (a recent development, ushered in with the new manager) is a mixed blessing. Now we can play things that aren’t promos, or things people have burned. This is cool! However, it gives my co-workers access to all sorts of metal and classic rock–things I pretty much hate. In my old age, I no longer feel the need to be open minded about classic rock and metal. Yes, I hate AC/DC. Occasionally if I hear a song or 2, it’s funny in a cheezoid way. However, being exposed to an entire album just gives me hives. I revealed my dislike of AC/DC today, and it was met with shock and horror. I told the two metalheads how much I hated Lynyrd Skynyrd, and how much they’re my worst nightmare– Darryl vowed to play them tomorrow. Cal just couldn’t believe it.
At first, it was kind of a nice departure hearing Black Sabbath every day. I mean, I truly don’t think I’ve ever heard an entire BS album in my entire life until last week, and I was surprised at how OK it was. Now the novelty has completely worn off. Tomorrow I’ll be playing gay music again like I was born to (I played the Clash the other day). Maybe I’ll subject them all to Daft Punk. That should make them shiver and quake.
