Some funny little stories from the Fairfax closing:
1. It's 3 PM, the store closes for good at 5 pm, everything is 50 cents. I hear someone ask a worker, "Where would I find Whitney Houston?" The worker replies, "Everything is out of order, but I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have any Whitney Houston at this point."
2. I see two fiftysomething women pushng around baskets with their feet, because they are too full to be carried by hand. One says to the other, in a deep Southern drawl, "So if it's punk and emo, will it say it on the label?"
3. Earlier this year, we had the misfortune of seeing some guy called Gran Bel Fisher open a show at the Birchmere. I can't begin to describe how bad this guy was...it was painful. Allmusic lists James Blunt and Daniel Powter as simliar artists, and says this: :The songwriters have a knack for creating mini-suites that seem ready-made for post-teen females looking for a sensitive guy to hold their hands and guide the way. There's nothing wrong with that, and Fisher seems more than willing to comply with an impressive â?? if not terribly unique â?? set of material. With the correct marketing, his handsome face is ready to adorn sorority bedroom walls."
Anyway, a 40something woman approaches me and asks "What kind of music do you like?" So I'm thinking she sees my hipster doofus glasses and my full basket of cd's and has decided to ask someone who looks like a music geek for some recommendations..."Oh, I like a variety of music," I reply. She responds, handing me a cd (guess which one), Try this, it's dynamite." Oh, I've seen him play before, and it was horrible" I respond, thus quickly ending the conversation.
4. The prices have gone from 95% to 50 cents, I know if I wait long enough, they'll go to 25 cents. But which will win out? My thriftiness, or my weak bladder. Just as I'm about to pee my pants , I spot board member Dr. Anton Phibes, and he is kind enough to hold my basket while I go next door and pee. Thanks again Dr. Anton.
