Fast Rn'B

I'm going to go ahead and throw all the punks, metalheads, hipsters, scenesters, goths, et. al. into one big group I call music people, and that's a group I don't mind being in. Because we're out there, and we're pretty serious about something the greater portion of the population considers background noise for doing the dishes.
And the reason for this is I've noticed something-- no matter what job you have, you will find another music person. It's kind of weird.
I'm working at a fucking Kroger store, my job is emptying boxes and making pyramids out of apples. And I work with two people with whom I can have a coherent conversation about something about which I feel passionate. I think the last time I was in a situation where nobody at the workplace got it was the library in Glen Carbon, Il, which only had about ten employees anyway. Most of them middle-aged women (and while I'm sure there are middle-aged housewives who are also serious collecters, I haven't met any).
Laurie's one of the music people at Kroger, and you'll probably hear about her again, because she's also crazy. No, seriously.
This week she's pretty much discovered Joy Division, and now is in that part of her life where that's all she likes. Since I've had that phase (okay, about three times now), it's kind of cute. Suddenly everything, including Prince singing "When Doves Cry," has been influenced by the band.
At this point, I'm beginning to wonder where the Joy Division influence stops, and where it's just the band tapping into some primal music energy. Or maybe I should just stick to making fun of bands who did rip them off. Like, say, U2.