Popped into our default late night booze purveyor Rite Aid, scoring that nite cap to fuel the solitary act of writing into the early morning and this tune surprisingly playing in that emptied flourescent Eggleston venue made our night; Many Rivers To Cross had us joining in with Lenny Kravitz in front of the wall of beer, as did a shell shocked rocker who had admirably downed a Modelo tall boy, putting the empty back into the case and evoking memories of our misspent college years. But the cashier ringing up my quart of Miller-low test and cheap- only bobbed her head nervously, like we had a chrome Smith Wesson Magnum Bodyguard to her head when I asked if she knew the tune. Jimmy Cliff?  Goth Chicana looked lost. Inspired the Clash, we offer. She nodded again. At any rate, having to endure bright lights and product overload in chain stores we’ve come to appreciate the Muzak selection here. Bad ass