Ode to guitar center ghetto blasters.

I’ve been waiting to post about this phenomenon, but I can wait no longer.
I’ve been to GC about a thousand times in the last couple months keyboard shopping. It is not an easy task because I need the PERFECT machine w/ decent presets, a reasonable amount of user friendliness for my other keys players, at your fingertips knob twisting, and at least a little vintage flavor for this 2nd board. (My first board is now a motif es6 after selling the big beast es8 in order to get 2 boards) I should be much further along in my search for this keyboard. I should be done. But something keeps hindering my progress - guitar center ghetto blasters. It’s the guy(s) (always a guy) sitting in the corner, oblivious to the world around him, cap on head, pounding on the machine so hard that I can’t in the moment decide what’s worse, the fact that he has no respect for actual customers in the store, or the fact that he is going to play that same line for about 4 minutes straight. Always the same ear piercing decibel level, always the same punchy lead synth, always the same anger I feel when leaving the store.

Ghetto blasters, you know who you are. For the love of all that is sacred, please stop loitering at my local guitar center.

Wait for it...till about 1:02....here it comes, for 3 minutes straight.