In need of a mood-enhancer, I visited an electronics/music discount retailer to pick up Green Day's current album, American Idiot. I meant to do it all summer, but for whatever reason it never happened.
And still hasn't happened.
Because there in the Green Day section, I found what I really needed: International Superhits!. The! exclamation! point! perfectly! illustrates! my! reaction! That's the disc that walked out of the store with me.
In my car, I ripped off the cd wrapper--with all the usual difficulties--and popped that baby into the player. I fast forwarded to my favourite Green Day tune of all time, "Basket Case," and head-banged my way to Kinko's to photocopy some reference materials. Incredibly, awesomely cathartic.
Later I sat through a two-hour meeting with some very dedicated, perfectly sedate people in a formal conference room. We got a lot done. And the whole time, I was mentally head-bangin'.
I made a late-night supermarket stop afterwords, to pick up some necessary provisions. With Green Day's guitars and drums pounding inside my head, I barely heard the lite listening muzak in the store.
Navigating my way home through a massive downpour (welcome to New England, Hurricane Rita--please move on quickly), I was singing along and banging my head and feeling great.
What an outstanding collection. All the stuff that made me love Green Day from the very beginning--and never, ever hear anymore.
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