So I have to leave for a few days and I see Matt has left a few gifts for me. I’m not one to usually just turn the guns and return fire, but what else are you going to do in a Green Bay, WI airport?
Being away from all the technology and gadgets I can enjoy from the comfort of my own car or audio equipment I’ve had to deal with joys of being limited to terrestrial radio. Normally able to find at least a decent station or a few I can switch between makes it somewhat bearable. However when you’re stuck on a location for 14 hours listening to the same crappy oldies rock station it can feel as though you really can start to imagine what hell must be like. There are a few golden gems in there that everyone likes to hear, like when Stevie Wonder, “Superstitious” comes over I have no problem jamming out, and I can even do “The Wall” once or twice… but then we get into all the other crap that came out with all these bands and their one time one hit wonders, and just rock ballads that really need to be put out of their misery. Add in the fact that the “The Wall” played an additional two times and AC/DC is just starting to sound like some kid throwing a temper tantrum and I realized that classic rock is not something that can be enjoyed for like marathon listening secessions. At least not on traditional radio anyway.
You start thinking about the hair, the tight pants, the dress and everything that is associated with those metal hair bands and seriously I wanted to just throw up. I never experience an epiphany like that about music, but in St. Paul, MN I found clarity when it comes to 80’s rock; it’s like the drugs that all those bands were addicted to at the time. Sure it sounds fun and really exciting when you first start, but then the high wears off and you are desperately trying to get that next fix… but it ain’t coming, it only gets worse from here.
So thank Matt for the trying to perpetuate the cycle of hair bands and mullets the next time you see him, and send him a swift kick to the cojones for me while you’re at it.
The worst part about classic rock is that they don't make it anymore.
ReplyDeleteThe worst part about classic rock is that nowadays there's a criminal lack of badass hair (not hairbands though), and the lack of tight pants...I would be in a rock band if uber tight pants were still legit
ReplyDeleteAhahaha, I just noticed that the pic says "Ted Nation"
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