house music all night long... house music all night long... house music all night long... house music... house music... house music all night long...

*curles up in a fetal position*

I would characterize last night as a "character-building" night. We headed out to Chi Chi's (next door to Boy's Toys) for a friend of a friend's birthday party. It's a small-ish venue with an upscale decor. Leave your plastic at home since they don't take credit cards at the bar. They're fairly new so they probably are still in the process of obtaining a merchant account and card-reading hardware. It probably was for the best anyways since I am notorious for opening bar tabs. Couple that with the fact that there was nothing else I wanted to do at the place other than drink. I just can't find any appeal in house music. Am I alone on this one? Maybe I'm just too close-minded when it comes to music... I'd like to think I gave it a bit of a chance...

Me: "So, is this good house music or bad?"
Raver: "This one on right now sucks."
Me: *listens to "bomp-bomp-bomp-bomp"* "Oh? Why so?"
Raver: "It just does. It's weak."
Me: "Oh ok..."
Raver: "Oh but this one coming up is good!"
Me: "What makes it good?"
Raver: "You hear that little drum in the background?"
Me: *listens to "bomp-bomp-thud-bomp-bomp"* "Yeah, I think so."
Raver: "This is it right here!"
Me: *watches Raver attempt to internalize Bruce Lee's saying 'be like water'*
Me: *asks bartender for Jonny Walker Black on the rocks*

I can understand why other people have the ability to find something redeeming about house music... it's just not for me. The first thing I did when I got back to the car was pump up the Vinroc+Shortkut Soulful CD I just snagged from Amoeba... now that's the shit, son.