The record I ended up buying was Sheer Heart Attack by Queen, a band that Lydon and Strummer and Poly Styrene (who I will wish into existence later in this story) would not have liked. They might have liked Queen when they were nine, like I was, but no, in 1978 they would have hated them. My friend Nate back in Minnesota loved Queen though, and when I told him I was listening to the radio and my mom’s Bee Gees’ records, he set me straight and told me to get into Queen. He especially liked the song ‘Sheer Heart Attack,’ so when my grandparents gave me some kronor to spend at their store while I waited for them to finish work, I found that title and put my money down. I don’t remember where my parents were that day.