I may not know much about art, but I know what I like

So yesterday, I managed to accomplish…nothing. Or rather, I chose to accomplish nothing. That’s the best kind of nothing there is.

On Friday night I had drinks with some people from work, some friends, and some people I’ve never met. A good night. Though the music almost got the best of me.

Yes, music can mess up an entire night out for me. Even when I’m under the influence and with good friends. In this case I almost went over the edge when one hit wonder (I was about to write Boy Wonder. Holy subconscious, Batman) Troll came on. Oh, the horror. Then again, probably serves me right for going to a club that plays mainly 80’s pop and 80’s hits. Let’s all agree that the 80’s was the worst musical decade, ever.

Still, I managed to pull through. It was a true test of endurance.

Music is a Big Deal to me. That’s why I prefer parties at home (not necessarily mine) over going out. Did someone say “old geezer”? Yeah, well, in that case I’ve been an old geezer forever. I embrace my old geezerness.

Over the years I’ve had the opportunity to play CDs at clubs a few times. Did I like it? Let me think. Being allowed to play the music I want all night long AND having the opportunity to snub Mötley Crüe and Iron Maiden fans every time they come up and ask for a song? What’s not to like?