Five On The Five
My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog
Something happened this weekend that will change my life and I’m having a hard time trying to determine if it’s tragedy or a really weird intervention. My second favorite place in the world to be, my home away from home, a used music store called CD Warehouse, closed it’s doors. For the past five years I’d gone there once a week with a five dollar bill and some change in my pocket. Sometimes I would just look, other times I would find a gem and lay down my money. Most of the time I enjoyed the moments alone with music. The music business hates people like me. I’m a freak to them because I actually listen to entire CDs or albums, and my tastes are way outside the bounds of Top 40 pop, modern country, and rap. So when I wanted to buy something from an Indie band or a 1990s alternative group or get really crazy and replace one of my scratched 1970s or 1980s punk CDs, I’d make the short drive to the place I privately called “The Five”, and ma
