02-11-2006, 03:16 AM
I checked out the iTunes store tonight and in the "Just for you" box they somehow put "Wooly Bully" (along with a couple flavors of Bob Dylan, some Cuban bongo music and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.)
I shot back (in my memory) to the early 60's and driving around in the old man's Lincoln (thing was as long as a city block and I had to take my driving test in it—flunked parallel parking twice before i managed to squeeze it into that space) and my nephew, three years younger than me saying how much he loved this song.
I thought, "well, it's just rock and roll". My way of distinguishing myself (mostly as a jerk) was to say I just liked classical music, but in my heart I loved rock and roll.
So I decided to look up some old favorites and suddenly remembered "Louie, Louie" with it's indistinguishable but seemingly dirty lyrics and remembered how it was to come into the sixties after the boring fifties and feel all that juicy, sexy rebellion.
I loved sitting in my old man's driving range waiting for customers and listening to this on the radio. I remember how all the women back then wore these hard pointy bras that looked like they were designed by the Army Corps of Engineers. One day in about '62 a woman came in obviously not wearing a bra under her blouse. I told everyone I knew and they thought I was nuts, women didn't do that. I sold her a fifty-cent bucket of golf balls and fell in love.
I shot back (in my memory) to the early 60's and driving around in the old man's Lincoln (thing was as long as a city block and I had to take my driving test in it—flunked parallel parking twice before i managed to squeeze it into that space) and my nephew, three years younger than me saying how much he loved this song.
I thought, "well, it's just rock and roll". My way of distinguishing myself (mostly as a jerk) was to say I just liked classical music, but in my heart I loved rock and roll.
So I decided to look up some old favorites and suddenly remembered "Louie, Louie" with it's indistinguishable but seemingly dirty lyrics and remembered how it was to come into the sixties after the boring fifties and feel all that juicy, sexy rebellion.
I loved sitting in my old man's driving range waiting for customers and listening to this on the radio. I remember how all the women back then wore these hard pointy bras that looked like they were designed by the Army Corps of Engineers. One day in about '62 a woman came in obviously not wearing a bra under her blouse. I told everyone I knew and they thought I was nuts, women didn't do that. I sold her a fifty-cent bucket of golf balls and fell in love.