One of my favorite places
is the local used CD store,
the one owned by the old school
skinhead who likes to give me
hints on albums to buy
if I’m having a hard time choosing.
It starts just pulling into
the lot and parking
in front of the wall of posters
for every local show, you could
never even make all of them.
Finding the correct entrance
stepping inside and hearing
someone behind the counter, “Hey.”
(These are so my people!)
Before your eyes are a sea
of non-pretentious black bins
crowded with new and used CDs,
a wall of new releases behind them,
all nice and categorized
for easy finding. Although once
I had to move Patti Smith
from “Pop/Rock” to her
rightful place of “Punk/Hard Rock.”
I know where all my favorite
artists are located. Dropkick Murphys,
first column, fourth row. Ducky Boys,
same bin, a few flaps down.
Minor Threat, same column, last row.
Lou Reed, second column, last row.
Way too many amazing albums
have been found in these bins.
One of my favorites: a NOFX/Rancid
split, but with Rancid covering NOFX
songs and vice versa. You have not lived
until you hear Fat Mike’s impression
of Fat Albert. Perfect.
If I’m too overwhelmed with decisions
I retreat to the Minutemen
and pick a used CD full
of 90 second songs,
that I can pretty much guarantee
that I will love.
Up to the counter, and always a
a short discussion of great
punk music while my purchase
is being processed. A friendly
“See you soon!” followed by
my least favorite part,
leaving and joining