There is a bus stop right beside the Wal-Mart I went to to buy KISS' "Sonic Boom." I'll bet there is a bus stop beside every Wal-Mart in the world. It is a law of some sort. Oddly, I thought, there is no bench for people to rest on while they are waiting for the Wal-Mart bus to show up. You would think the biggest fucking company on Earth would buy their carless customers a bench.
There were several people waiting for the bus. None of them were standing. What they did was turn Wal-Mart shopping buggies over sideways. Instant bench.
That, motherfuckers, is Anarchy.
It is a good thing I picked up Neil Young's new cd when I picked up the KISS one. Otherwise I might still be listening to KISS roar non-stop. That could only lead to one thing: black metal, murder and a pair of tickets to the 2011 Grey Cup Riot.
The new cd has a real sweet country version of Uncle Neil's "Southern Pacific." Originally released on his "Reactor" record, it might be my favourite Neil Young song of all. If somebody ever wrote a real cool song about the decline of my province's forest industry it would have to sound a lot like this song. Sad, but sad in a fuck you sort of way.
My buddies and I only ever called two old rockers Uncle. Neil and Lou.
Listening to that cd, which I have yet to bring along with me in the car for repeated listens, got me listening to Neil's "Chrome Dreams II," which has spent a lot of time in my car the last couple of years. There is a song on it I keep playing over and over and over. It is called "Spirit Road."
You stop to eat, you start to drink
But you don't stop and you don't think
You lost your keys, you're on your knees
You're on your back and lookin' up at the trees
There are some songs that talk to you in the motherfucking head.