WAITING FOR THE END OF THE WORLD//ELVIS COSTELLO
Our good Christian pal Judy is probably not as appreciative of My Aim is True as I am. I got in at 8, along with co-worker Alison. She asked, "should we have some tune-age?" I am known as the person who plays music whilst stamping before we open; a mantle I take up happily. It's a peaceful, soothing way to inject some of my sensibilities into this place. Simultaneously a chance to ease my nerves before the onslaught.
Originally I was looking for The Beatles because nobody can argue with that. Then I decided on Elvis because come on. What a great way to send off the week. Welcome to the Working Week, Miracle Man, Blame it on Cain, Watching the Detectives, (The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes, Less Than Zero.... Too good!
Once Judy arrived and settled in, I noticed the imperceptible change in mood: a rankling against the evil heathen music. "There's no such thing as the original sin," ?!?! AIE! BLASPHEMER!
Ireland, Prince Edward Island, Hawaii, The Smokeys, Alaska, Victoria Falls, The Galapagos. These are the places Judy wants to go. Europe, Asia & Africa hold no appeal for her. As well they shouldn't, for I feel the inhabitants of those countries would find her a tubby, ignorant, yammering American like the rest of them. There's nothing Continental about her.
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