Friday, October 7, 2011

I Love Rock and Roll

I really do.  I'm now an old man, and my time and interests are divided a thousand -- nay, ten thousand -- ways.  But when I slow down, I remember how much I love rock and roll.

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Boyd and Mike of Rustbuckit

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I know that it's now joined jazz and ragtime as music of the past, but -- just like every old man -- I've learned that the music of my youth is still music. Powerful and vibrant.

This age thing is . . . just so fucking weird.


Mister Parker said...

Put another dime in the jukebox, baby.

Although I don't know why. It's not going to get you anywhere.

Actually, do they even have jukeboxes anymore?

Rock and Roll chick said...

Only the best places.

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

God I love it, too. Just ... Yes.

You've written many a profound post in your time Mr. Mule, but this is among the most primal and most true.

And yes, squared: God, this age thing is so truly weird. The perfect, can't be beat word for it: WEIRD.

(eye before eee except after sea, and when sounding like A as in neighbor and weigh -- and except when it's just freaking weird)