Special shout out to that Capricorn guy. Ten minutes before closing. Bonus round should include who was on that record label?
Personally, I’d have told someone like me to bugger off, but he was, a Capricorn of a certain age. Bloody nice lads, they are.
I asked about music. He asked thoughtful, probing questions. Loaded me up with CD’s, and left me at the listening station. Then kept bringing more.
But it was ten minutes before closing. Apparently, what I was asking for, Brighton Big Beat, Techno, Remix, and whatever it was, he did bring one Electronica album, and he was going on about it, “It’s 15 years old, but plays as good as anything now out.”
Had to get it.
Matter of fact, walked out with a stack of records, all based upon one Capricorn’s suggestions. Ten minute to closing, too.
I asked his birthday, did the math, figured he was a straight-arrow, and a cool guy, and then he asked what I did, who I was, as he’d seen me on the web someplace.
“Kramer? Cainer, yeah, I thought you were Cainer.”
I’ll take that.
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