Part one

Beautiful Disconnect

“Ya know in all those Zombie movies how everyone is always goin’ crazy doing stupid things? It’s like people think the most important thing in the world in the middle of an apocalypse is to find and use a gun. And then the main characters spend the rest of their short miserable lives starving to death, looking for ammo. I mean Geez, what the frick, right? Is there nothing more important than a gun in a zombie fight?

Well, some would argue, but the day I woke up to find the world going to hell in a hand basket, I decided to make sure I had my priorities straight.

Music.

Yeah, Good old Rock ‘n Roll, Techno, Pop, Country, Rap, Mozart…

WHATEVER.

Music.

I could call myself an audiophile, a connoisseur of all things melodic… but of course I’d be freaking full of crap. A more accurate description would be music whore. Or perhaps even an audio hoarder. I’m a collector for the thrill of collecting. Last I checked, I had a personal library of nearly a million songs. Thank you Limewire and Kazaa. Appreciate it Napster. Stored on the numerous drives and systems at my parents’ place are the discographies of about every band I could think of.

Have I listened to them all?

COULD I even if I had the desire to?

Doubtful, Who knows? Who cares? It’s my music now and whether I ever crank it up or not, at least I have that pleasant triumph of carrying it with me—a Personal Soundtrack to my life from this point on.

To the best of my knowledge I am quite possibly the last living Human on the planet, and, with that said, and since names no longer matter, I guess you can just call me the Music Man.