raybear | (no subject)

Last night at Reckless Records, I was standing at the check-out and the folks who work there (who are mostly twentysomething indie musician geek types) were started off playing OutKast, but then played Ludacris's Area Codes and some R. Kelly shit (isn't it all?), including Feelin on Yo' Booty. They were cracking me up. At one point I told the guy ringing me up that I'm glad to hear them support local musicians, and he acted all serious like "oh yeah, we got mad love for the Chicago scene". Right at that moment, there was some line where R. Kelly says "sometimes I wish I didn't have all my millions" or something, and we all looked up and said "yeah, right". Then the grrl behind-the-counter started going off about him bringing 13 and 14 year old girls into his studio for "special" recording sessions and how gross and disgusting he is. And my cashier guy started talking about his marriage to Aaliyah.

Ahh.... I hate R. Kelly.
And I love bonding with records geeks.

Today is Friday. I have no deadlines. And no boss. It's a good day.