punk rock blues

Monday, May 16, 2005

Buffin' to the Oldies: Rocking the Graveyard Shift

Shan na na na Sha na na na na (got a job!). Working at the local convenience store on the old graveyard shift here in Fowler, Colorado. The light at the end of the tunnel isn't from an oncoming train (at least I don't think it is) at last. Gonna have steady income and a new (if small) place of my own for me and Buster soon. Life is good.

At the store we have that satellite radio thing that old guys like me don't understand, but I can REALLY deal w/this shaft of technology because as I buff floors, make pizzas, sell drunks their cigarettes and deny them beer after midnight I get to listen to nonstop, uninterrupted real classic rock and roll, and by that I mean Little Richard, not Led Zeppelin! The energy that can be drawn from theearly masters like Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Fats Domino, Jerry Lee Lewis, hell even Elvis (although I only like his really, really early stuff... like nothing after Tuesday, 6 am. Heresy? Hmmmmmmm could be!) cannot be overstated. I can't just walk normal when the radio's playing 'Rip it Up'. No I gotta strut, makes me feel like a young man again. All the angst and drama that attracted me to bands from the Velvet Underground to the Afghan Whigs stands revealed as fey, weak assed posturing in the face of the unbridled ' hey-I-just-discovered-electricity JOY of those early piano rolling tunes of my youth!

Now I'm sure that any day now, SOMETHING'S bound to go radically wrong and I'll be hauling out my copies of PiL's 'Metal Box' and the greatest hissy fits of Joy Division, the better to marinate further in my sadness and frail response to such mayhem in a world I didn't make etc, but for now I'm happy to roll with the noble savages, look the devil in the eye and just tell him the truth:

Wop bop a loo wop a wop bam boom!!!!!!!

Life is good, see y'all soon!