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For the first time in a couple weeks I wasn’t the only cashier on the lumber end of the store today. That was nice, because I had someone to talk to while the store’s traffic was slow this morning. I had one of the few good conversations that I have had at work today. Most of my coworkers only want to talk about video games or reality TV; I don’t have much to say on either of those two subjects. Today at work I found out that one of the new cashiers that I haven’t talked to much, used to be an assistant manager at Manifest Records in Charlotte. Then he got married and moved to Greenville. We had a nice music talk for a while today. He knew Christopher and Franklin. We talked about how much fun Aa and The Intelligence are live. He knew Chris from Lunchbox Records. He likes free form jazz, so we talked about Albert Ayler and Ornette Coleman for a while. Then shitty hardcore bands and fun house shows we have been to. Then we made fun of the young kids (He called them the pitchfork kids) for liking all the super poppy indie music like MGMT, Phantogram, and Lykke Li. People who’s idea of indie rock was formed from exposure to punk and noise bands have a hard time grasping how indie bands can sound remarkably similar to top 40 commercial radio bands and still be considered edgy.