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925 Grind: Eloise – Music Shop 2 – Mystery Girls

Posted in eloise, update with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2017 by musehick

I take a seat near the bar, and I work to catch the barman’s eye. Doesn’t take long. He walks up to me, and as often happens, he assumes a familiarity with me which is on such a shoddy base he is never going to be able to build on it – doesn’t mean he won’t try though. I obviously use my understanding that this is going to happen to get served quicker at a bar – it’s cynical, but it works.

‘You dig that shit on the jukebox.’

‘Yeah, you don’t?’

‘Na, derivative as fuck. I mean, what is this track supposed to be about?’

‘Well, Karen O is paying tribute to the New York Dolls, you know them, right?’


‘Right – couldn’t get all that through your Shazam, right?’

He smiles and swallows. Am I being cruel? Maybe a little. But what is the point of coming in like you know everything when you don’t even notice that the person who you are talking to is the one who selected the tracks on the jukebox?

He tries to hang in there, which I give him kudos for, but the guy is barely even surface cool, and I can tell a quick fingernail scratched across the veneer won’t reveal too much substance.

I had a bad day – the boss was complaining all day, and even the Courtney Love soundtrack didn’t help. He was trying to be cute. I flirted with him, he flirted back, and then I whupped him, right? I down my drink and I get up to leave. He throws me another line, and I throw him back a smile.

He’s working hard at it. I’ve been working hard. He isn’t my boss. I should have directed the anger at the right target, but sometimes that isn’t the easiest thing to pull off, is it?

‘I had a bad day at work,’ I tell him ‘I didn’t mean to snap at you. I do like that song though – I picked the last twenty minutes of songs; so that’s why I was a little frosty when you criticised it.’

He smiles. ‘That’s fine. My name’s, Patrick. I’m sorry too – didn’t mean to attack a song you like.’

‘My name’s Eloise, and it’s cool – you were being honest. Better than spinning some line of bullshit.’

‘Well, I was spinning a line of bullshit.’

‘I know.’

‘I know you know.’

‘Look, I just didn’t want to leave with you having a bad impression of me.’

‘I’ve seen you a lot, you were always a bit of a mystery to me. I know you work at the music shop, and you come here and sit in the corner and don’t say anything, and you like music.’

‘Ah, didn’t even know you’d noticed me.’

‘Who wouldn’t?’

I’m blushing, and this whole day has spun on a dime. I’m not interested in him, but maybe there is more to him.

‘I’ll see you next time I’m in here.’

‘Yes,’ he says, smiling ‘you will.’

Another day ends. Time to go home and eat.


925 Grind: Eloise – Music Shop 1

Posted in eloise, update with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 12, 2009 by 925grind

People come in and some know what they want; some don’t. It’s funny, but some of those who know what they want are harder to deal with than those who don’t. Why? Because they deal in snatches of a tune or in identikit pictures of the artists whose recordings they want you to sniff out. I’m like a bloodhound though – I have a real ear for a tune first off, a passion for music (which strangely some people who work in a music shop don’t) and if I can’t dredge what they want up from my memory banks I am a Google samurai – able to slice up a query finer than sashimi on the wing.
Not that any of this does me any favours with the boss – he doesn’t like us spending too much time with the customers – the bread and butter of the establishment. He’s a clueless fuck who doesn’t seem to realise that customer service is the only way to get repeat customers because when you can download or order online for cheaper than you could ever buy it in a music shop, what is gonna keep you coming back? Yeah, you got it – service.
I was always ahead of the curve as far as knowing when stuff was coming out, and even now when everyone has all this shit at their fingertips they still need to know where to look and how to look; they still need a tried and tested, 24 carat, bulletproof sense of what is good and what sucks a big one. People do not expect me to know what I know because I am just some stupid girly and the only effective musos are the ones with long hair and ratty beards – well, fuck that. Ever heard of PJ Harvey motherfucker? Courtney Love? Katherine Hanna? Take it back and who do you have? Patti Smith, Rickie Lee Jones, Joni Mitchell, Marianne Faithful. Janis Joplin – they could rock out in ways some of the little boys back then couldn’t even dream of. They were sexy, had plenty of sex, and still stood tall.
We get to choose the music that goes on during the day and I try to throw some fucked up shit into the mix – no one wants blandrock 24/7 or snoozejazz, or girlgroup circle-jerk bullshit that stands no chance of getting the blood rushing. I was named for The Damned song so sue me if I have something of an attitude about this shit – how can you believe that it’s only music and work or frequent a music store? That kind of thing doesn’t make any sense to me, but it is depressingly an attitude that I come across all too frequently.
It’s great when someone comes in that shares the passion you do and is into some great tunes and can turn you onto things you might not have readily listened to by yourself. When someone comes in and the things they like suck ass but they at least have some love for what they are talking about you kind of think well, maybe this one can be saved. Arrogant, huh? Maybe – but then if you don’t get that then you obviously don’t feel the same way about music as I do. For you it’s probably just a passing interest and not a passion. I don’t care to understand that attitude, or you come to that.