When I was still working in Harvard Square, I had a problem.
There was a Newbury Comics just across the street.
Weekly, I'd freak out, stomp over and buy five or six CDs, stomp back to the store, and subject my boss to what he called "drunk twangy dead guys".
I am in SO much trouble.
PS. I'll have you know, Dave, that all of the musicians I just mentioned are alive. And as far as I know, not drunk. Some of them might be a little twangy, though.