the classics (without class) of rock

Born in 67
Mom told me I went to Woodstock
Damn wasn’t that something?
She told me Elvis rocked it there
Then I knew my truth was all lies.
Growing up on classic rock
Aerosmith , cheap trick, Meatloaf,
Ok it wasn’t classic then, but it is now
Oldies station plays shit I grew up on and…..
It makes me feel F^€¥in old.
My iPad just tried to tell me gold instead of old,
Maybe it is trying to tell me something.
But with the hair turning silver
The only thing gold is the grill on football players teeth.
Back when albums went gold they were heroes.
Or like my hair, platinum, not quite hero material, more like a non tye-dye
Because I like it and refuse to put money into chemicals.
what’s an album? my niece asks,
Huh? What? Hasn’t this child been taught anything?
If it isn’t on her iPod playlist that was purchased
In the never ending cloud store of all that is good,
Then she is unaware.
My mom had 8-tracks,
Barry Mannilow and Ferante and Teisher or some old geezer crap like that.
They didn’t like living in the 78 thunderbird backing in the sun.
Nope, 8track and heat don’t mix.
I knew of cassettes.
I could splice a cassette tape back together after the old tape deck ate it,
In the dark, with a flashlight and scotch tape.
Then came the CD’s,
Buy a whole new system to listen to your old favorite classics on
And buy all new CD’s because they were remastered and sounded soooo much better.
And Because the cassettes died an un-natural death in the basement flood.
Now digital everything.
XM radio, once awesome but why pay?
I can get pandora for free, just have to touch her
Every now and then to let her know
That I still care…that I am still there for her.
But here I sit in a dark office
Radio on the dudes desk blaring oldies 104.
I fooled around and fell in love…WTF, no dude, you fooled around and fell
In temporary lust.
what is a crocodile rock? Nasty creature living in a bog waiting like a rock to eat you
And your little dog too? Rambling man! now that makes sense….have known many of those.
I love music but some days this crap they are playing baffles me,
Guess I’ll just put on my iTunes on shuffle and get down some roller coaster of love or
Hang with snoop for a fantastic voyage. Maybe I’ll even tell you the story of how I was born this way! yeah! back at Woodstock on a Navaho blanket in the summer of love
Jamming to Elvis of course.