Why is it that when you pull an album out in front of anyone over the age of 40 they assume you don't know what it is used for and they think that it is time to reminisce about the days of real rock and roll and not that "rap crap that you guys call music". I got the pleasure today of listening to a recent wagon-inhabitor who decided his life belonged more in a bottle and thought it necessary to describe in detail (down to the type of drug used) all of the times he saw Three Dog Night and Joe "The Rocker" Cocker live. Oh he certainly didn't forget to tell me the story of how he and his buddies were on their way to Woodstock and smoked too much hash and ended up in the Yukon.
I don't hold it against you that you still rock out to Santana's "Black Magic Woman" when you hear it on the classic rock station for the 1 millionth time, don't make fun of me when I jam out to my occasional Tupac.
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