Yeah, [I'm] Right

I get abnormally attached to bands I really like.

If I meet someone who doesn't like one of the chosen ones, I don't even know what to do or say to them. Like they're just irrevocably fucked up and broken somehow, and if I engage them I'll get some of their stupid and shitty taste in music on me. , then I won't know what to do with my awesome record collection. Yeah, I call my CDs records. Go fuck yourself.

Anyway, this would be great if I heeded my inner voice, turned heels and ran. But the populist in me decides that I'll gently explain to this wayward soul the error of their ways, and show them the path to righteousness. That is, I browbeat some poor schlub who made the (unbeknownst to them, naturally) sad admission that they don't really like The Ramones or Morphine. Or the guy that tells me how much he loves the blues, then asks how the solos in Son House songs are, if they 'rip', and if I've heard the new Gary Moore record.

"Do you mean that you've never really heard them, or that you just don't like them?" Because I'm such a decent guy, I always give my prey an out, which they NEVER take. Fucking idiots.

I try all kinds of angles, approaches that would make any music geek proud. I place The Ramones in their proper historical context for the benefit of a guy who wasn't even born until 1984. Suggest that he regard them as a much-needed antidote to Foghat and Foreigner and The fucking Eagles - The Country Monkees as Mojo Nixon so eloquently dubbed them. But this actually makes it worse, because now he hates The Ramones and has no idea what I'm talking about. Plus, he thinks Green Day invented punk, and listens to rap anyway. Its like describing the ocean to the blind.

Finally I give up. "Leave them to their fate", I figure, thanking Patton Oswalt for a really great mantra. Of course I can't leave well enough alone and allow my mantra remain so generously forgiving and quizzically devoid of condemnation, so I add:

You deserve to listen to bad music. I hope you fucking go deaf, you're not using your ears for anything worthwhile anyway, and they (your ears) probably hate you for it.

The title of this post is a paraphrase of a Meters song, "Yeah, You're Right".

If you don't like The Meters, then fuck you.