The Casio King

Thought I'm not cool (or rich) enough to own one, I understand how people listening to iPods can get way wrapped up in the music and forget that they are, in fact, out in public and not A) at a concert, B) alone in their living room, or C) an actual rock star.

All over the city you see iPods attached to people who are head bobbing, hand tapping, foot tapping, lipsynching, humming, sometimes even indulging in a little air guitar. But rarely do you see someone air keyboarding along to their favorite song. And do you know why? BECAUSE AIR KEYBOARDING WHILE YOU WALK DOWN THE STREET MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE AN ENORMOUS ASSCLOWN.

At first I was kinda digging that an otherwise normal-looking dude would think nothing of hammering on invisible keyboards while he strolled to work through downtown Chicago. But when I walked past him and he keyboarded my bag right off my shoulder, shit stopped being funny real quick.

Whatever, Linda.

Also seen on the street this week: a man playing the harmonica while driving down Irving Park Road, and some guy who kind of looked like Dave Grohl.

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Last night on our way to dinner, we were waiting for a traffic light when a man approached my car carrying a ragged box of M&M's. I braced myself for the inevitable sales pitch, but the man just peered into the car, looked at me, looked at Concert Josh and said, "You better marry this girl before she beat you up." Then he continued on his rounds.

I guess I had on my Desperate & Mean face.

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Rhett Miller tonight? Perhaps. What we need around here is some decision music.

Indefinitely
Won't Be Home
Fireflies