Monday, April 24, 2017
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Cheap Chic: Neither/Nor
Yelp Review: Cheap Chic (Allston, MA) |
This is Why I Hate The #@$%#*@ Phone
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So tell me if you think this is weird.
On Tuesday (4/18/2017) I called Cheap Chic. "Hello!" I said to the woman who picked up. "My name is Michelle, I'm a local, I come to Cheap Chic all the time. The reason I'm calling is to ask if you guys could maybe bring your box of vinyl out from behind those shelves? Since Saturday is Record Store Day, I'm planning to walk around and shop for records. Yours used to be on a shelf at waist-level and people could just thumb through them. Now they're on the floor, behind those racks of old office equipment, and it's dusty and cramped back there. The records are hard to get to, so I thought if I called you could pull them out for Record Store Day...?" [Note: Yes, I burbled all that. This is why I hate the fuckin' phone.-md]
She said, "Well I would argue that they're NOT hard to get to. They're behind the shelves at floor level." Uh...yes, well. You could "argue" that, I suppose. But I just told you that "behind the shelves at floor level" is, in fact, hard to get to. You just said the same thing back to me, only your thing makes no sense.
Here is the back story: Since Store 54 closed last May, Allston Rock City does not have a record store anymore. Yeah, that's fairly astonishing, I know. But we DO have four thrift shops in close proximity that have a fair-to-middling vinyl collection. So take a nice walk, come home with some cool records, it's nice. But the last few times I went to Cheap Chic, I was puzzled that there were no more records. The box of records was gone from where it had always been. They sell junk at dumb prices, so I poked around and left each time.
Last time, about a month ago I guess, I decided to just ask. "So hey, you guys don't have records anymore?"
"Oh, we do," said probably-the-same-person-who-answered-my-phone-call last Tuesday. She pointed to the dusty rack of old office equipment (is there really a market for 90s-era fax machines?) and told me the records are "on the floor behind that shelf."
Oh...huh...well, that explains why I didn't see the records. I went over to look, walked past the rack ("...where?...") then I peered behind the shelf...I saw the records. It doesn't even look like you're supposed to go back there.
I left.
mdipoala/yelp.com |
Here is what I say directly to you, Cheap Chic.
1. You no honor the Record Store Day, you off my list every other day.
2. Normally a store does not "argue" when a customer tells of a problem and makes a simple request. Nobody knows you even have records, ya knuckleheads.
In sum:
1. Cheap Chic is neither cheap nor chic
2. Whoever works there likes being "right" more than making any sense whatsoever.
3. None of us need to go to Cheap Chic anymore.
- Yelp, 4/23/17
Saturday, April 22, 2017
#Isn'tSpringFreshAlreadyADouche
#HeLikesWhatIDo #TheseAreJimmysTrainingShoes #1990sTVReferences #JimmyCouldntJumpAtAllBefore #TheyrePlyometric
Friday, April 21, 2017
47 Trips Around the Sun: Five Things I'm Sure About
1.Guitar Comedy
Hey Demitri, Birbigs, that guy, and that other guy. You know who you are. So, I've given it literally dozens of chances, but I'm afraid it's a no from me, dawg. I love you, but when you reach for that guitar, my brain goes, "Noooooooo!" You're bringing us along on your narrative, we're digging your stories, you're nailing it. Cadence, timing, you got us! Why bring a guitar into it. Everything grinds to a halt, it's all just smoking skidmarks. You're just telling micro-stories in a distractingly stilted manner, strumming that same little run, over and over again, and then sometimes, for no discernible artistic reason, you just carol out a random word. It makes me want to punch all the arpeggiated chords in the world. I feel sure it's not just me. I really really do.
Related: Music Makers and Dreamers of Dreams
2. Smucker's Goober Grape
Look, it was never going to work. Smucker's Goober Grape is an idea like something two co-dependent stoners would come up with, and if you've never had Smucker's Goober Grape, what I know about you is that you don't do enough 3am bodega runs. Smucker's Goober Grape is not a food. It's a food group created in a lab as a solution to a very specific problem: you are hungry, broke, and out of options. Smucker's Goober Grape has the mouth feel of staring into the abyss. It's a bland, pasty concoction that serves well neither the peanut butter nor the jelly. It doesn't even "spread." It clumps between two pieces of off-brand bread for a gag-inducingly loathsome bite. If you've never had it, imagine something in your mouth that tastes like diaper contents, and it's both slimy and gritty. It's so awful it's like personally offensive.
3. High Heels
4. Candy
It was hot in those masks. |
5. Beer
Nah.
Related: 47 Trips Around the Sun: An Observed Life
Thursday, April 20, 2017
47 Trips Around the Sun: An Observed Life
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Friday, April 14, 2017
If You're Not Following Cher, You're Twittering Wrong
I love Cher. I love that sonorous voice. I love her brass balls attitude. I love her in every movie she's ever been in, especially The Witches of Eastwick. I love Cher so much that I even love total strangers who also love Cher. Whether or not you're a fan of this perpetually raven-haired Gen X icon, you're missing out if you're not following Cher on Twitter. The key to Cher's Twitter brilliance? Chick's got some serious emoji kung fu. It's only like the best thing ever done with 140 characters.