Hang On

Hang on to your asses this could be a rough ride.

Music, a series of tones put together with harmony and rhythm to form a song.
Music, at a car show, the same damn shit, from the same damn artists, every damn time.
DAMN!

I was born in the Mid 1950's, I grew up listening to Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Eartha Kitt. Big Bands of Dorsey, Miller, Goodman, Basie, Ellington. The Jazz of Coltrane, Brubeck, Gillespie, Parker & Miles Davis. We had Folk from the Kingston Trio and Woody Guthrie.
My first album was given to me and was Bob Dylan at his best. I purchased my first album in the fall of 1968, it was a new band that nobody had heard of, Led Zeppelin. My first Concert was called "Hooker and Heat" featuring John Lee Hooker and Canned Heat.

Let me Continue I'm Just getting warmed up.

Where is this music at Car Shows. Big Mike says he gets the chill up his back every time he hears "Hot Rod Linclon". He's right, cause it might drive me to drinkin' if I keep hearin about the Hot Rod Lincoln.

Some say Rockabilly and we get dried up old dead guys like Elvis and Carl Perkins, Early Johnny Cash and Eddie Cochrane. Even Roy Orbison gets on your nerves after hearing him warble like an out of balance tire. How about throwing on some Reverend Horton Heat or BB King or Stevie Ray or somebody other than Booker T & the MG's

Hell ya baby, I want to hear Lemmy & Motorhead, Metallica or how about some SEX PISTOLS. You think that would get some people jumping out of their chairs trying to find the nitro pill. Let them listen to Tool for about 5 minutes, that will test the ticker in a hurry.

What's with the other end of the Spectrum being this Goat roping redneck cracker boot kicking a dog into Tuesday shit. Makes me wish for some fully loaded firearms and some slow moving targets. Thank God they don't serve alcohol.

Yesterday I wanted to scream at the DJ to update his library, but he wouldn't have heard me because the volume was to loud. The thing that really gets me is they have the speakers positioned in such a way, that they are aimed at your head like a cannon. If you put a wig on the damn thing and gave it some tits you could call it a mother in law. Turn this shit down. You do not need to crank the volume up to levels that make the dogs, 3 towns over, howl like they have High Voltage electrodes clamped to their testicles. You do not need to increase the sound level at any time, except to make an annoucement. Turn it back down. The reason I walked away was to eliminate the ringing in my ears. Not to hear the song "Beep Beep" at 500 yards like it was on headphones.

I'm tired of listening to music that came from the era when I was I was still shitting in my pants and loved sucking on my thumb. Breast milk was boss and cloth diapers gave you a rash.

Get some new tunes.