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i feel unclean...

fridays are often frustrating and apparently today is no exception. the only reason i’m choosing to write about this particular friday is that one of those little aggravations just got under my skin.

i had to stop at a big, faceless electronics store in order to get ink cartridges for my prima donna printer. this is irritating in itself because a) i don’t understand why the printer refuses to print in black when it’s out of yellow ink and b) going to a big faceless electronics store is kind of like being transported to the third circle of hell as far as i’m concerned. could i get some service here? please? help me???? but i digress.

i had completed my task and was standing in the neverending line-up in the hopes that eventually someone would want to take money from me when i became aware of something that wasn’t quite right. at first, i couldn’t put my finger on it, but suddenly, the atmosphere had become slightly less objectionable. then it occured to me: i was hearing decent music.

if you take a quick scan through what music i like, you’ll notice that i’m not exactly a follower of the pop charts. (i have a weakness for the noisy, the eccentric, the iconoclastic and singers with really odd voices.) so for me to hear music that i like in a big box store is pretty much unheardof.

at first, i thought it was funny, but then i realised where it was coming from. there, above my head, in glorious stereo, was the dead kennedys’ ironic anthem “california uber alles” used as the background music in an advertisement for a skateboarding video game.

you know, if i’d had to put the bands i like in order of how likely they were to turn into corporate schills, i would have put the kennedys somewhere near the bottom of the list. i guess corporate colonisation is pretty far advanced when the band who were once threatened with jail time for the distribution of harmful matter to minors is being used to hawk (tony hawk, in this case) the latest mind-numbing passtime for pre-adolescents. (ok, i will confess that the little time i’ve spent around teenagers in the last few years has made me very, very, VERY skeptical about video games. i’d probably have been less offended if the track had been used in an ad for haliburton. well, not quite, but anyway.)

i won’t claim to be pure, i work for a living and that work is in a (somewhat) corporate environment. and i don’t begrudge these guys an opportunity to make money per se, but surely if you made a name for yourself based on a pretty carefully articulated set of beliefs, it’s worse than hypocritical to just shrug those off and flog your creative output to the highest bidder once you're no longer in the spotlight.

this is a group of people i admired. hearing (at a tender age) about their infamous legal battle over the h.r. giger poster included in their “franenkchrist” album helped inspire my still unwavering belief in the power and importance of free speech. i even quoted a portion of their lyrics in a story i wrote (which will remain unpublished, because it’s not like i asked permission or anything...).

damn, i hate being disappointed.

frustrating fridays.

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