Mongrel Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:44 am
Late yesterday evening I was starting the beginning of another novel and, as is my habit, I had my small desktop radio tuned to a local college FM station. Really just background music to balance out the volume of the telly the wife was watching in the next room. The radio DJ sounded like he was stoned out of his mind and was playing an eclectic mix of 60's and 70's stuff I either had never heard or not heard in a long time like Leonard Skynnard (or however you spell that sh*t), Rossington Collins Band, Strawberry Alarm Clock, etc. It really went in one ear and then out the other without disrupting the novel-reading circuitry. A bit later, sounds on the radio tore me from the book and I turned up the volume. Damn, that blues song was really good with exquisite slide and picked guitar works. That one segued into another and finally I realized it was the Stones from way back in the '60's with blues songs that were never really played a lot back then. The difference between the Stones and the Beattles was and is in the decision-making process. The Beattles fan decides between flavors of chewing gum. The Stones fan has to decide whether its OK to forego the condom with this new girl.