I let some of the guys I work with know that my music is on share, so they can listen if they want. I just asked them not to judge; we all have crappy music hidden in our collections.
Anyway, they're all separately perusing the folder structure, and my manager finds the Black Flag “Live '84” album. "Oh hey", he says, "I think I was at that show."
Crap like that makes me love my job.
Friday, October 31, 2008
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