waiter, waiter, there's a cliche in my soup

[serinde]

I had problems falling asleep last night, dog-tired as I was; and just as I was achieving something like the mental composition required at about 1am, suddenly a ruckus moved into my field of hearing. I rushed to the window to see what was the matter--

A guy was walking down the street carrying a ghetto blaster, blaring at top volume. And by "ghetto blaster", I do indeed mean an enormous square stereo set of a size which necessitated him cradling it in both arms, and that only with difficulty.

There may just be a general 1970s time warp at play somewhere around me.

Comments

[sbp.livejournal.com]

What was playing? Were there any open windows or balconies nearby? Was it John Cusack?

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

1. I don't know--something at the intersection of "urban" and "pop".
2. Well, my open window, for one.
3. I wish.

[must-sew-faster.livejournal.com]

Great. Now I'm nostalgic for the ultimate in white-trash coolness...the 1981 Firebird I had in high school, complete with a console full of tapes...

[rainbear.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Was it raining?

Did the song go something like..

o/~ There's a liiiiight.. in the syringavulgaris Castle... there's a liiiIIIIIght... o/~

(giggle)

[xlerb.livejournal.com]

Welcome to New Jersey; there's your accordion.

[spride.livejournal.com]

The fucker has a brother who was standing under our fucking window at 06:45 AM Sunday morning playing that horrible semi-vocoded R&B trash at 110 dB

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

And if you yell out the window to tell them to shut the fuck up, then you're a racist oppressor.