Now's A Good Time To Let'R Rip...

I suppose this would qualify as a 'blind item". It's not terribly juicy, shave head shocking, or hard to figure out, but it is what it is... I'm telling it because it's music related and provides insight into the nature of one particular beast who has become a target of bloggers of late. For many justifiable reasons, not least of all his hatred of blogs and bloggers. You should have figured it out already. Anyway, said "rocker" has hung around quite a bit in "My" town (who am I, Frank Sinatra?) and was a frequent visitor to my place of employment/enjoyment...I actually quite liked where I worked, it was only jerk customers like him that made any actual stress. Working in a music instrument store can be a crazy cacophony of "sights, sounds, and smells" (and constant annoying Spinal Tap references, obviously) but it was, in it's way, Music 101. An education "Mr. Poseur" could definitely benefit from. Perhaps if this "DB" (his nickname, but another massive hint) actually saw the merit in how hard people work in this area of the music industry to make sure that poseur pricks like him are supplied with a steady flow of high end instruments (none of which he shows any talent in playing), he'd be more courteous.
Anyway, this one time...(no, not at Band Camp), I was hanging out in our acoustic room, an enclosed space used solely for acoustics with even a humidifier to keep them in good shape. Nice little set up. In he comes. He reached for a very high end instrument. Usually the salespeople do the grabbing down of the expensive ones, but fine. Whatever. We always, very respectfully asked customers who wish to demo to remove jackets with scratchy accents (prominent zippers, etc.) in order to preserve the integrity of the guitars' finish. He was wearing such a jacket. Well...mutha, it was like if I had asked some diva to remove her feather boa. You know, the sort of huff Richard Simmons gets when Letterman insults him or refuses his advances. Thinking back, I'll bet he just thought I just wanted to get a look at him in the tacky wifebeater he was wearing underneath. Quite the contrary. EWWW. My request was purely on reflex having asked it numerous times, with customers always complying nicely and cooperatively. Not him. He just walked out all annoyed and inconvenienced. Leaving me to think "damn, and I won't get to hear him fumble out some Dinosaur Jr./Lemonheads cover he's been working on for weeks." This was just before he went all wacky. The kind of wacky that was done before him and done better thousand fold to boot. Just because you wrote out your band manifesto in eyeliner doesn't mean you're breaking any new musical ground, DB.
Anyway, he came in a bunch of other times and was rude to our security person, he kept trying to pick up our cashier by sending his minions over with messages and just giving her letchy stares, and he hijacked temporarily one of our staff to work on whatever music project he had going on...and completely wasted our collegue's time as apparently the sessions were more "hang out with skanks parties".

One day I was working in the keyboard department and saw he and friend?/brother? walk through towards guitars. I gave him a smile as I do all customers, even the jerky ones and jerky as he was, he was giving us repeat business. Clients basically paid our bills, like it or not, like them or not. Anyway, he gave me a disturbingly dirty look and he and his companion just laughed. Nice.

So I haven't cared for him since. There was one flick he was in where he got his face completely smashed in and I was happy. Okay, I'm sure you have the answer now.

Anyway, saw him a couple of times more in and around the location of the store. Basically the street is like a mall without a roof due to the high volume of trendoids and Hot Topic Loiterers(well, our country's version of Hot Topic). No doubt he was researching his targeted audience.

My first attempt (and probably last) at a Blind Item. Not particularly exciting compared to most blinds, but people who love and value music and have toiled hard in the rock trenches can certainly be amused by this little anecdote. Hope it did just that. Comments/Guesses would be appreciated. In this case polite comments would be okay. Nasty comments? Even better.

UPDATE: okay, okay... the DB stands for Douche Bag, a dis that seems to stick to this guy like glue.


currently listening to: Genesis, Abacab