The Big Green House

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

 

Master of Pop-Tarts

I stopped by the grocery store after work last night to pick up a few things. One of the nice things about shopping after midnight is that I�m spared the usual �lite rock� muzak QFC plays in their attempt to pacify the consumers into spending more. The night crew tends to favor one of the two butt-rock radio stations we have here, cranked up to �block all conscious thought� decibel levels. Not my first choice in radio but I�m just there to pick up some supplies and get out, and, as I�ve mentioned before, I kinda like a little butt-rock every now and again.

As I was headed down the cereal aisle I heard a lovely little acoustic guitar piece which sounded very familiar, although I couldn�t place it right away. It also sounded a bit off, compared to what those boys usually listen to at that hour. Perhaps management had been on them to tone it down a bit? I was staring vacantly at a box of Cocoa Puffs when the electric guitars kicked in and I realized that what I had mistaken for a pastoral ode to farm living was in fact Metallica�s �Fade to Black�. Mr. Hetfield growling about teenage suicide as I shlepped past the baby food and disposable diapers made my shopping experience just that much more surreal.

It�s the little moments that mean so much.

Hey, speaking of meaningless coincidence and pretentious melodrama � today marks one whole year of The Big Green House. I urge you to celebrate in an appropriate manner. Formal wear is optional.

bmarkey 7/22/2003 07:16:00 PM