One of my really good friends wanted to get into KoRn reccently, and I am at all times prepared to lend a CD for just that purpose. I wanted to get my buddy in on the ground level, so I got out my oooooold copy of the First KoRn album, which is known in my small circle of friends as "The Pink Album." Well, I really only know one other person who has referred to the First Self-Titled as the Pink Album, but I think that it works. Anyhoo, a few weeks go by and I am really curious as to why Buddy Boy had not come beating down my door, demanding more KoRn. So's I ask him what he thought aboot the album, and he really doesn't have too much to say aboot it other than "that singer is a freak..." and "I've never heard anyone cry like that in a song..." which to me means that he at least made it to the end of the record. I really don't know why I expect everyone to react the way that I did the first time I heard KoRn. They really can be hard to get into, especially considering Buddy Boy's taste lies with bands Pink Floyd, and the Beatles. While both have their heavier moments, neither one of those bands can compete with KoRn's magnitude.
Well, I do not mind lending out my Korn albums, I do however, hate being away from them for too long, so I asked many times for Buddy Boy to bring it back to me so I can take it home and put it back with the rest of my aging, but still in suprisingly good shape CD collection. I think a few more weeks went by with him forgetting it at home, so I devised a plot/movie night at Buddy Boy's house so I could get back my dang Pink Album. Before the movie began, I asked for the CD so I would not forget to ask later. He looked around for it, which is never a good sign, and after a while, I helped look too. But we seemed to not have the best luck in finding it. So in our frustration we both sit back down to watch the movie. As Buddy Boy sits down I hear a heart breaking "CRRRRUNCH" and I look down just in time to see the Pink Album (and I mean the whole thing, case booklet and Disc) get crushed under the wheel of his chair. In Buddy Boy's confusion at the sound he moved the chair to see what had happend, and this action somehow managed to pull the Dics from the case, spit the shattered case and shredded booklet across the room, and pin the Disc under the wheel, which then dragged the Disc brutally over the rough floor. This all happened in about 1/4 of a second. I did not even get a chance for a slow-mo "NNNNOOOOO!!!!!" All I could do was hang my jaw in the breeze, and slide the Disc out from the heavy ass chair and collect the shards of the case and booky thing. I really considered calling 9-1-1. I held the broken remanents of my youth and of music history in a pile on my lap for the rest of the movie. Heart as broken as the Pink Album. I fucking got that Album when I was 15 years old. Buddy Boy was reeeeal sorry, but I know it was not his fault, he would never destroy Art on purpose. If he even did in a dream he would wake up and appologize. So there it is, a piece of my History busted like Glass Joe's Jaw. I know that I can easily replace it, but will it be the same?