I Hate Me, pt 639,153

Jack’s Music on a Sunday has a fair amount of people who don’t usually go to record stores and it’s a bit like a curio shop, there are also non traditional customers. This was one who was observed by Jon. A younger guy had a couple of cd’s and he had them lying flat on a counter, he looked like he was trying to decide between them. He finally decided by taking a crystal on a string which he held above them and let the crystal determine which one to purchase. The winner was a Steve Vai cd, I’m not sure who the loser was.

A favorite of man and crystal alike

A favorite of man and crystal alike

I Hate Me, part 628,004

Guy comes in, he’s been in before a few times, kind of buzzed
Hey, how you doin’ tonight?
He stops looks slowly at me
NEVER…FELT…BETTER
well, that’s great.
Yeah, I’m 35 and my knee, like this (reaches down to his knee mimes throbbing pain)..my hip…my GROIN…MY FUCKING BALLSACK…killin’ me…I thought I had testosterone cancer ya know..so I go to a chiropractor, I don’t fuckin’ know, right? I tell him, my knees, my back, my balls, my hip. He says, I can take care a that…four fuckin’ treatments! and I’m great…He told me, you’re good, don’t come back for a month…fuckin’ chiropractors…he said it’s all in your fuckin’ back

One fuckin' back at a time

One fuckin’ back at a time

 

I Hate Me, part 641,544

 

Late Friday, small, drunkish middle aged guy who resembled Billy Joel, looking at a bunch of rock t-shirts hanging on the wall. All mainstream rock bands the most “out there” artist was Joy Division.
Jeeesus…these kids and their music…I never heard uh none those bands…not one of ‘em…
I glanced back to see if somebody switched out the t-shirts, nope.
..am I right…huh?
Well you know these kids are all about the Beatles these days… I think they might be something.
Well…yeah, I heardah them…. but you know…..yeah….yeah the others…ok… Bruce, I know about him…alright…alright….I know who the fuck Pink Floyd is…and ok….ok Ramones….yeah…and I heard about The Velvet Undergrounds…ok…alright I guess I know most of this stuff….but you know….what are these fuckin’ kids listening to…right?
shirts jacks

 

 

I Hate Me, part 629,109

 

Older couple came in with a bag of records
Careful they’re a little wet
Oh…I didn’t know it was raining
It’s not………
…….oh……….what happened to them?
(shoulder shrug)…..
I didn’t buy any of them

 

Music Business, August 8th, 1964

I found this a long time ago. I don’t have too much info on the magazine. It seems like a weekly music/radio trade magazine. Lots of Beatles stuff and cool ads. All the pages are scanned and at the end I blew up the Radio Exposure Chart pages.
Music Bus1
music bus2
music bus3
Music bus 4
Music bus5
Music bus 6
Music bus 7
Music bus 8
Music bus 9
Music bus 10
music bus 11
music bus 12
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music bus 14
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music bus 16music bus 17music bus 18music bus 19music bus 20music bus 21music bus 22music bus 23music bus 24music bus 25music bus 26music bus 27music bus 28music bus 29music bus 30music bus 31music bus 32

Music bus chart 1

Radio Exposure Chart pt1

music bus chart 2

Radio Exposure Chart pt2

music bus chart 3

Radio Exposure Chart pt3

music bus chart 4

Radio Exposure Chart pt4

music bus chart 5

Radio Exposure Chart pt5

I Hate Me, part 618,900

My hair is a double edged sword. I’m happy I still have it to cover my giant square head but as I get older my hair has become more unruly or as it has been described by more than one person, “bum like”. So when I comb my hair sometimes the combing doesn’t take and it looks like I did nothing. Carrie is usually there to give me a “what the fuck is up up with your hair” look and hand me a comb. We keep one by the front door for just this reason.
It was Saturday, Carrie got to sleep in, I was heading to work and running late. I looked at the mirror by the front door to give myself a once over “do I pass for human” test and GAHH!! I looked like Beetlejuice on a bad hair day. So I had to re-comb my hair but I couldn’t find the comb, it was nowhere. The only thing there was the dog’s brush. I stared at it. It was made to comb hair, it doesn’t differentiate between dog and human hair. Nobody would ever know, ever, never… Kept staring at it, it wasn’t a line I was willing to cross. Yet. So I ran back upstairs and combed my hair again, which somehow made it look worse. Like a really terrible hairpiece, one so bad that people would think that nobody would buy a hairpiece that bad, it must be his real hair.

it doesn't differentiate between people hair and dog hair

it doesn’t differentiate between people hair and dog hair

I Hate Me, part 672,826

I was at work coming back from getting a cup of coffee and I soon as I stepped in I realized I should have walked slower getting there. A couple and their kid and while I wouldn’t call them crazy, I would definitely use eccentric. The wife addressed me first
You look like you work here, I want the Beach Boys and The Stylistics or somebody like the Beach Boys
Ok
I show here The Stylistics section
What’s this?
The Stylistics, like you asked for
Oh he has these…where are the Beachboys…Beach…Boys…..Beach…..Boys
Over here..here they are
Are these LIKE the Beachboys…Beach..Boys?
They ARE the Beach Boys
she wandered over to the soundtrack section, seconds later
PIPPIN!!
Her husband who was looking thru the blues section
Who you talkin’ to!?!
You!!…..I didn’t say nothin’!!……PIPPIN!!
What!!..…I can’t believe he’s dead!!
Who!?!
B.B. King!!
They left and bought nothing

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