Solidarity.

So, the Gyp an the Capt'n are here with a couple other chums, chillin' in the inspirational Hard Times Cafe, this magical pit of art aficionados, bums, and urbanites. So, we're sitting the in back of the cafe, near the speakers, where loud indie/every music types but mainstream plays sporadically.

On this particular evening, one long selection of experimental industrial sounds blasted from the speakers behind us. It became more and more grinding and repetitive, until only one phrase kept playing over and over and over and over for a good solid 10-15 minutes. No joke. Grinding industrial is not to my taste anyway, but this was just bad. The four of us complained to each other for quite a while, hoping with all out might that the music klunking and scraping above our heads would someday relent. Broken record record record record record record...

Finally, the music came to a complete halt, as the guy behind the counter finally shut it off.

The cafe broke into enthusiastic applause, followed by foolish laughter, as we all realized that we weren't the only ones going crazy from the relentless audio oppression.

Gyp and myself decided that our cheerful living capacity would reach an all time high for a week or seven. It was amusement in it's most sublime form.