> This is pretty funny, because my own Desert Shore Records purchase story
> is the exact opposite.

I'm wondering whether the timeframe made a difference. I didn't take his 
abuse so he didn't bother me personally, but I hung in the store enough to 
witness lots of Jack Black behavior. When I left the store was still in the 
alley basement; I know they moved down the block and upstairs. Maybe things 
changed? Regardless, in retrospect, despite my opinion, I never should have 
mentioned the guy by name. (Not like I hated the guy or anything...in or out 
of the store we just didn't click). Lord knows I had a roomate at the time 
who was probably atop every living soul's hit list of "most annoying people" 
but I knew a completely different side of him (well, in fairness I was also 
very well acquainted with the annoying side, too). But perception is not 
always reality.

And on that note...I'm no psychiatrist and god knows what bad clam I eat 
from time to time that makes me feel qualified to take a fact (rude clerk) 
and spew out theoretical analysis (bitter lonely guy with no friends)...so 
Lola, thanks for calling me out on that one. Way out of line for me to go 
down THAT road and I owe you and Alan an apology. I really should look in 
the mirror first before posting.


> You probably sold me Aerosmith and Blue Oyster Cult albums while you
> were behind the counter at Gerber's when I was a kid, Bill. Thanks for
> not venting on me. ;-)

Hell, I might have recommended them at the time. I remember playing 
Journey's third album (the first commercial, non-fusion one) and air 
guitaring my ass off. :)

Wasn't a venter (middle age has done that to me). We were actually pretty 
helpful and usually played good stuff (except when the owner would come in 
and slap on Donna Summer live and play it repeatedly. I didn't understand 
marketing, I just wanted to hear good music). Plus it's hard to be uber-hip 
when you work in a mall.

Now if you had run into Tommy Allen...  :)

b