The CDepot
Before I get into the story about the CDepot, there is a preface I need to write regarding music.
I love music. I mean I REALLY FUCKING LOVE MUSIC. While I've always had a fascination with it and have courted the idea of having my own death metal band, it really fucking hit me the other night how fucking much music means to me! Joe and Jenn kicked me out of their place because they wanted to fuck, which was totally cool by me. I had been drinking Jack and Coke but like a dumb-ass I forgot my tunes. I wanted to listen to Motley Crue - Dr Feelgood but didn't have my car keys to turn on the stereo. It was 2am and I was drunk out of my fucking gourd, and the only two things I wanted to do was drink and listen to music, primarily the music part. And no, for the record, I didn't start up the vehicle or drive off - I know what you're thinking.
But the reason why I mention this is because I've discovered I love music more than anything else - especially getting laid. While I can always get free porn from the internet, the same can no longer be said about music, thanks to those assholes in Metallica and the war they raged on Napster. While women come and women go, music has always been my source of comfort, through the good times and bad times alike. Nothing else can come close in comparison.
Anycase, today's topic is the CDepot. Located in College Park Maryland, it is the East Coast's answer to Blue Meannie Records here on the West Coast. While they're not as fancy and care-free as Blue Meannie is, they have a better selection, I hate to say. Then again, they're just down the street from the University of Maryland's main campus, where as Blue Meannie Records is now on the ass-end of El Cajon where nobody fucking visits them anymore. Any economic or real estate major will tell you, it's all about location location location when it comes to making a buck and the guys at CDepot have it right.
I used to frequent this store when I was stationed at Andrews AFB, circa 1999-2000 time frame. At the time I wasn't into death metal like I am now, but had gothic tastes. It was so easy to find music from bands like Dead Can Dance and Project Pitchfork as well as the more mainstream music like Marilyn Manson and the Insane Clown Posse.
Look at how fucking spacious this place is! Everywhere you look, they have box sets of CDs for just about any band you can imagine. They have a shit load of posters for sale as well as DVDs and rock stickers - the only thing that Blue Meannie has on them that they need is a t-shirt section. I found a shitload of Slayer t-shirts and Venom t-shirts there last week that I haven't been able to find anywhere else. At least Blue Meannie is still a metal-head's paradise in that regard.
If a business venture could ever be made, it would be that Blue Meannie and CDepot join forces and put places like Sam Goody out of business. While I like Sam Goody because they offer reward points, places like Blue Meannie and CDepot need the fanbase to get a better selection of music, and for that reason I will always remain a loyal customer if I am in the neighborhood.
I leave for Germany a week from today and I will see if they do special orders for APO addresses. Most likely not - I will be forced to stick with Sam Goody since AAFES is the shittiest in customer service and selection - and Sam Goody gets their shit out on time. If more small businesses could do what they do, I would gladly give them my business. But this really got me to thinking how much I really love music and how perhaps I should focus more so on that instead of trying to get laid!
I love music. I mean I REALLY FUCKING LOVE MUSIC. While I've always had a fascination with it and have courted the idea of having my own death metal band, it really fucking hit me the other night how fucking much music means to me! Joe and Jenn kicked me out of their place because they wanted to fuck, which was totally cool by me. I had been drinking Jack and Coke but like a dumb-ass I forgot my tunes. I wanted to listen to Motley Crue - Dr Feelgood but didn't have my car keys to turn on the stereo. It was 2am and I was drunk out of my fucking gourd, and the only two things I wanted to do was drink and listen to music, primarily the music part. And no, for the record, I didn't start up the vehicle or drive off - I know what you're thinking.
But the reason why I mention this is because I've discovered I love music more than anything else - especially getting laid. While I can always get free porn from the internet, the same can no longer be said about music, thanks to those assholes in Metallica and the war they raged on Napster. While women come and women go, music has always been my source of comfort, through the good times and bad times alike. Nothing else can come close in comparison.
Anycase, today's topic is the CDepot. Located in College Park Maryland, it is the East Coast's answer to Blue Meannie Records here on the West Coast. While they're not as fancy and care-free as Blue Meannie is, they have a better selection, I hate to say. Then again, they're just down the street from the University of Maryland's main campus, where as Blue Meannie Records is now on the ass-end of El Cajon where nobody fucking visits them anymore. Any economic or real estate major will tell you, it's all about location location location when it comes to making a buck and the guys at CDepot have it right.
I used to frequent this store when I was stationed at Andrews AFB, circa 1999-2000 time frame. At the time I wasn't into death metal like I am now, but had gothic tastes. It was so easy to find music from bands like Dead Can Dance and Project Pitchfork as well as the more mainstream music like Marilyn Manson and the Insane Clown Posse.
Look at how fucking spacious this place is! Everywhere you look, they have box sets of CDs for just about any band you can imagine. They have a shit load of posters for sale as well as DVDs and rock stickers - the only thing that Blue Meannie has on them that they need is a t-shirt section. I found a shitload of Slayer t-shirts and Venom t-shirts there last week that I haven't been able to find anywhere else. At least Blue Meannie is still a metal-head's paradise in that regard.
If a business venture could ever be made, it would be that Blue Meannie and CDepot join forces and put places like Sam Goody out of business. While I like Sam Goody because they offer reward points, places like Blue Meannie and CDepot need the fanbase to get a better selection of music, and for that reason I will always remain a loyal customer if I am in the neighborhood.
I leave for Germany a week from today and I will see if they do special orders for APO addresses. Most likely not - I will be forced to stick with Sam Goody since AAFES is the shittiest in customer service and selection - and Sam Goody gets their shit out on time. If more small businesses could do what they do, I would gladly give them my business. But this really got me to thinking how much I really love music and how perhaps I should focus more so on that instead of trying to get laid!
posted by Machine at 4:16 AM
3 Comments:
I really miss Andrews too. Not the bullshit politics though, but the facilities.
Saturday I drove around there, reminding myself of what a dumb-ass I was to leave when I did.
Guess I fucked up royally, eh?
I've learned the painful lesson of never doing the same assignment twice, as I have spent 3 remotes at Kunsan. I can only imagine how worse Andrews would be a second time around. Maybe when I am a civilian again I could get a job there or something, but not now.
Besides I think Germany will be my last overseas assignment before I get out and want to make the most of my time overseas. Over all I've been fortunate like that.
well you are going back overseas man! they can't touch you there. download bear share when you get to germany and download all your heart desires
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