All right, my crazy little pepperitos, I'll do it, too:
Music that rocked me ought six
Shit, yeah, it's an oldie -- "Doreen" by Frank Zappa & the Mothers
The last few days of December, as I had the forty plus some stitches plucked out of what is now my frankenhand, I grew determined to replace that sound system I had that died last summer and was close to having the wherewithal to get a slightly used sony stack.
So I met up with a guy and after a brief exchange in a parking lot in front of a convenience coffee station, and after looking in the back of a car to examine the goods, and the subsequent a nod of the head and an exchange of folding cash, with one small bill in change coming back to me, the transfer was made.
The seller told me the stack had only a few hours of use, and I believed him. The history of my stack is it had been recently used to provide a sonic environment for US troops training in a mock-up village, and was hoisted by ropes to the top of what was designed to be a minaret and my stack broadcast Iraqi religious music. He was very respectful of other people's beliefs, religion, and cultures when recounting this story which I accepted from him as truthful, and I was grateful to hear that attitude firsthand from him.
So I thought I would share that history with you, because on one level it seems so unlikely a thing to happen, and on another level, things like that seem to happen to me every time I step out of the house, which I don't do much lately because I am spinning
" ( as from the ellpee You Are What You Is) ...
A satiric love song, beautifully done, with fabulous vocals, which is so incredibly rich and full in the mix, it totally blows my mind every time I listen, which is often, several times a day and nothing else has played on the box from the last few days of December through this present new year ... the song has a very long fade out, after all.