Let There Be Rock

Took the long (read: scenic; read: poorly lit; read: twisty and windy and so forth) way home after dropping off out-of-town coworkers at their hotel, and the iPod kicked out a live version of the Drive-By Truckers' "Let There Be Rock"*. Thirty seconds later, I'm driving through windblown leaves and woodsmoke smells and singing along with lines like "Well I never saw Lynyrd Skynrd but I sure saw Molly Hatchet" and anecdotes about getting busted on the way home from a Blue Oyster Cult concert.

Now, the adolescence described in that song is not one I ever had. Not one I ever wanted, really, and certainly not one I'd have had the slightest idea what to do with. But damn if it isn't fun to borrow it and slip it on once in a while, even if it's just for one song.






*which is not a cover of the AC/DC song, but does reference it.