I always liked the song “Cinnamon Girl” by Neil Young.
I remember this one night. I was working at my vending table at the corner of Haste and Telegraph. And it was around midnight (I was working late that night). And I was drunk and stoned out of my mind (I used to smoke a lot of goddamn pot back then).
And I had this big ghetto blaster on my vending table. And I played that goddamn song “Cinnamon Girl” 20 times in a row. And LOUD.
What can I say? I was stoned as fuck. And every time I played “Cinnamon Girl” it sounded better than the previous time. So I kept playing it. And playing it.
So I was just about to spin “Cinnamon Girl” for the 21rst time — in a state of mindless stoned-out ecstasy.
When this guy came up to me and said:
“FOR GOD SAKE MAN WOULD YOU PLAY ANOTHER SONG?? YOU’RE DRIVING US ALL NUTS PLAYING THAT SAME SONG OVER AND OVER AND OVER!!”
And I suddenly realized at that moment that I was drunk and stoned and acting like an ass in public (eventually I do come to that realization)..
So I played “Cinnamon Girl” for the 21rst time. And then I switched over and played some Rolling Stones songs. And everything was cool after that.