Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes and Family,
Sometimes things are not always what you think they will be. I think we all have our little prejudices and preconceived ideas about things. Here’s one example.
I was on the way to pick up Margaret from work and I pulled up at the stoplight next to a Smart Car. It was a convertible and the driver’s music was blaring out of it. Honestly, I didn’t know what I would have thought, but it just struck me as humorous that out of it came Country Western music. And not the modern, electronic, even rap-infused kind but old-fashioned, twangin’ tears-in-my-ears-from-lyin’-on-my-bed-on-my-back-cryin’-over-you kind.
I suppose the next ’67 Chevy Pickup I see will have New Age Classical coming out of it.
Oh well, as the good book says, “Just take them old records off the shelf…”