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Posted by grampa in random shit (Friday November 16, 2007 at 11:08 pm)

Right, so I just got back from the little store up the street from my house.  I’d like to tell you that I didn’t buy a pack of smokes, but that would be a lie.  I’ve been trying to cut back, cause my room mate moved out, and the bills are killing me.  Anyway, I bought some smokes, but that’s not the story.

The story is that when I walked into the little store, Dio was playing on the speaker system.  And it was loud.  I was all like, “Dio! Holy fuck, it’s all like 1987 up in here.”

Now, I should mention that the little town that I live in, Honoka’a, is not really a Dio kind a town.  I mean, this is an old sugar plantation town, more apt to have cowboys or paniolos, as they are known around here, than metalheads.  And, in my vast, worldly experience, I’ve not known too many cowboys who rock the Dio.

Anyway, I’m all like “Dio! Holy fuck, it’s all like 1987 up in here.” And, here’s the kicker, the guy at the counter, a customer, who was buying toilet paper and beer, was like, “Yeah, I love me some Dio.  Have you seen that movie The Pick of Destiny?  He’s in it and it fuck’n rocks!” (I’m paraphrasing here)

So dude and I get into a conversation about the greatness that is Ronnie James Dio and a memory swims up from the murky depths of my psyche and I say, “Dude, I remember this concert that I saw at the Nautica Stage in Cleveland. Man, I don’t even remember who was president then, but I’m thinking it was Bush the Elder.  It was Dio, Yngwie Malmsteen and Danzig.”

He was like, “I bet that was a great show.”  To which I replied, “Yeah, that’s what they tell me.”  Cause, let’s face it, kids, not only was that like 1989 or something, but there is a strong suspicion that I may have been chemically altered.

Shocking, I KNOW. 

Still, it coulda been possible.

Anyway, that’s the end.  He left, I got my smokes, got in my car, keyed up Rainbow in the Dark on my I-pod and rolled down the road.

But, still, it’s nice to know that it’s not all Paniolos and hiphop chicks around here.  There’s still a couple of old school bros that worship at the alter of darkness and rock out with Ronnie.

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