Achtung! Guitar Center is toast

We’re not religilous so we don’t do Easter. Although we have been giving our daughter Peeps as a reward for doing her school assignments at home now that the schools are all closed. I guess we could just give them candy for the hell of it but most Easter candy is terrible so I doubt the kids would even eat it.
 
We’re not religilous so we don’t do Easter. Although we have been giving our daughter Peeps as a reward for doing her school assignments at home now that the schools are all closed. I guess we could just give them candy for the hell of it but most Easter candy is terrible so I doubt the kids would even eat it.

Peeps are disgusting. Yikes!
 
I was once the Easter Bunny at West Farms Mall in West Hartford, CT. I was 20 years old, and had an enormous substance abuse problem.

The gig was absolutely horrible - you went in to a dark, dank room that featured 4-5 bunny suits hanging on hooks in the shadows. If that wasn't creepy enough, they had never been cleaned. Ever. After years of being worn by ... well, creeps like the 20 year old me.

One fine Friday night I down my usual fifth of bourbon, dropped some acid, did some lines and huffed Compound W. Because back in those days, Compound W had some ether in it. As the light dawned at 5:30 a.m. I realized there was no way I'd be sleeping, and tried to get myself together for the 9:embarrassed:0 a.m. shift at the mall.

Cue: looooooooooooong line of families, escorting their screaming, uncomfortable kids. Meeting the Easter Bunny was free, but if you wanted three shit Polaroids to commemorate the moment forever (and who wouldn't?) that will be $5.97, thanks. (Fuck me, I still remember the price).

Somewhere inside a bunny suit made of carpet, caked with a decade of dried, sour sweat and inside a large papier mache mask that smelled worse, I was in that dreadful no man's land between completely wasted and the beginnings of an epic hangover. Nothing to make that moment like a parade of full-diapered, screaming infants and their parents. "JARED! LOOK AT THE CAMERA!!!!! SMILE AT MOMMY!!!!" I was making $5.35/hr. for this.

All of a sudden a kid scrambles up on my lap. He's almost too old to be sitting on my lap, but not yet, and he's a pretty cool customer. He turns and stares up into the masks's gaping buck-toothed grin and into my red, stinging eyes. He is missing front teeth, plural. "Are you really the Ether Bunny?" he asks?

And all of a sudden it is all worthwhile. I smell my own boozy sweat, my stinking breath curling around me in the giant bunny head, and I think: this kid is a psychic. Or at least very fucking smart. I also really specifically remember fighting down a dry heave as I began to speak to him (technically a big no-no, not supposed to speak in your voice while 'in character').

"Why, yes. Yes, I am ... I AM THE ETHER BUNNY! HAHAHHH AHHHHA HAHHHAHHA!!!!!"
 
Peeps are disgusting. Yikes!

I can dig Peeps, they’re basically soft sugar rolled in hard sugar. But the crap that passes for chocolate at Easter is just awful. Not as bad as those rubbery Hershey bars they sell now, but still pretty bad. I guess Cadbury chocolate eggs taste good but they way they’re made now the foil wrapper sticks to the egg and peeling it off ruins the experience.
 
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I can dig Peeps, they’re basically soft sugar rolled in hard sugar. But the crap that passes for chocolate at Easter is just awful. Not as bad as those rubbery Hershey bars they sell now, but still pretty bad. I guess Cadbury chocolate eggs taste good but they way they’re made now the foil wrapper sticks to the egg and peeling it off ruins the experience.

I've become very turned off by candy and sweets over the last several years. I'm sure part of that is just getting older, but also because everything just sucks now. Way, way too sweet. I agree with wholeheartedly.
 
Growing up I always hated Easter. The candy was horrible, not like Halloween. We always had a ham dinner, I couldn't stand ham. Dressing up for church was a depressing thing, and Christ raising from the dead had no positive appeal to me conceptually as a child. But somewhere around the age of 8 it slowly turned into a mini-Christmas treat where my sister and I would get gifts from our parents. That was OK, but it was still my least favorite holiday.
 
"the closure took place after the person in charge of the distribution center contacted a Guitar Center executive, who agreed to comply with the order.
“The business is currently closed and is in compliance” with the mayor’s stay-at-home order, Snook said in an email. The distribution center employs about three hundred people in three shifts to fulfill online orders for musical instruments and musical gear."

So, it took sending out public officials to get some shithead to pick up the phone and finally agree to obey the law?

When are we going to start jailing these corporate criminals.
 
I read that article. They'd been warned twice. They still made 300 people come to work - risking all of their health, their families' health, and the health of the people in the community.

Why? Because some prick (who needed a special phone call to simply do what his ostenisbly more-than-3-year-old ass was told to do). That's exactly the sort of 'person' who is a cancer to our society.

Somewhere in the last half of the 20th century, America began to fetishize profitability and wealth accumulation to where they stopped becoming tools to build a country, and became a cultish religion. I've worked for these people - they're awful. I've also worked for people who were profitable, successful and accumulated wealth and were not at all awful. It's not a 'necessary evil,' it's a fucking soul sickness.
 
Are they toast, or are they on their way to becoming toast? I ordered a couple of things from them last week, and have been getting emails from them every day about buying more stuff. I was expecting to gave to wait until the pandemic subsided. which would have been fine.

They always send me coupons for things that don't apply to what I want.

Toast?
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there are plenty of folks in Louisiana that will put your favorite enemy in a pair of concrete boots & toss them into the nearest bayou, or other body of water, for way less .......
 
I always worry about the cost of shipping when I buy $9416.00 guitars.

If I bought an instrument that expensive I’d expect them to put it in a wooden crate with custom cut foam and charge me for it. Hell, I might fly out and pick it up. There’s no way I’d trust UPS with a guitar like that.
 
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Can't imagine Sweetwater's closed, either.

The salespeople are working remotely from home... and they have limited warehouse staff working limited hours.

I talked to my rep when I ordered the Focusrite Scarlett. I knew shipping wasn’t going to happen immediately because it was a cleaning cycle and then limited, properly spaced, personnel would get to the order over “the next few days during limited hours”. Fortunately, Im in the same state so it still didn’t take long.
 
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