Zee German Part II

The German man came into the store again a few weeks later.

"I am looking for a book about American music. I would like to learn more about American music, since I live in America."

I showed him where the books about music were. "Uhh… this one is about Jazz… and this one is about Blues."

"No, no. I need a book about all of American music."

There was a huge book on the shelf entitled MUSIC. I got it down from the shelf and opened it.

"This is a book about all music, from classical to the present day."

He took the book from me and looked through it, rapidly shuffling the pages. "No, no. I need a book about just American music."

"I-- uhh, guess we don't have what you're looking for."

He sighed, irritably, and slumped his shoulders.

A round hippie lady with close-cropped, bleached hair, who had been browsing nearby, offered her own suggestion. "How about that?" pointing toward the Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock and Roll.

"Oh yeah," I brightened. "How about that?"

He frowned, "Rock and Roll? No. I want a book about American music."

"Well, it has all kinds of music in it, not just Rock. Jazz, Blues, Folk, Country, Electr--"

"No, thank you." He trundled toward the front entrance.

I shrugged. "Thanks," I said to the hippie lady.

"Oh, no problem," she smiled over her shoulder as I started back for the register, and went back to looking at whatever it was she was looking at.