Life in Cineville:
A typical college rite of passage is the boom box placed in a window, or on a porch or front stoop, and turned up to "11" so that everyone can hear-- can be blessed by, really--whatever tape or CD you've chosen to play. Punk, metal, hip-hop and electronica--with their loud riffs, heavy drums, and thumping basslines--are especially good for this, since the sound really carries and shakes the environment around it (when I was in college, Nine Inch Nails was a popular choice); multi-tracked vocals are also good (another popular choice, circa 1992? Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody"-- thanks, Wayne's World!).
Walking to campus today, going by the student co-op in front of my house, I hear the ritual repeated, but this time with a twist that tells you that you really are living in Cineville. What were the students blasting at top volume?
Belle & Sebastian's "Like Dylan In The Movies".
Yes, nothing says "headbanger's ball" quite like jangly, acoustic-guitar-driven emo pop, does it? I didn't notice if any of the students were making devil's horns...
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I always found it most curious when people blared, of all things, George Strait whilst pickup-trucking through campus. And not rockin'-out George Strait (if such a thing exists--the Strait Man tends toward the mellow). Oh, no. The slow, dragging, "In all the wor-orld / you'll never find / a love as goooood as mi-ine." Or worse, the over-long story song, "The Chair," about a lame pickup tactic. "Can I drink you a buy?" Dur.
It was cool, though, when this radio station blared Melissa Etheridge's "I'm the Only One" across the street from the political science building.
Hey, do the Cineville kiddoes have their ironic, "Don't Tase me, bro!" t-shirts yet? We gots bumper stickers here. That didn't take long.
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