Friday, June 23, 2006

Slow road to insanity

Because I finish work earlier than my co-workers, I am always the first one at the bar when we go out for a drink at the end of the work day. I sit around for usually a half hour before anyone else shows up. I don't mind as it gives me some time to relax and reflect.

The place of choice was the local Tumbleweed restaurant simply because of the patio. No other place gives you the opportunity to drink outside around the office. My guess is all these restaurants play the same music no matter where you are. Country. I don't mind country music. I can handle it now. Used to be a time where I would leave a place if all they played was country. Then I noticed all the hot chicks that would show up at Summerfest for the country shows. Women in shorts and cowboys boots and hat. Yowza!

As I sat on the patio drinking my beer, I actually started to listen to the songs. I couldn't help but think how ridiculous they sounded. Take the Toby Keith tune, Beer for My Horses. Hey, nothing wrong the boys getting some whisky or the horses drinking beer. Gotta keep the horses happy. But the "raise our glasses against evil forces"? That is the best he could do to find something to rhyme with horses? And who the hell fights evil forces on horses any more?

I then endured listening to some chick sing about growing up in the boondocks. There were a couple more but this one took the cake. I have found the lyrics and I still don't get it.

Double XL, Double XL!
Don't call me on the phone just ring my dinner bell.
Double XL Double XL!
I'm a lean, mean, love machine that likes to be held,
ooo bbbppp baby I'm a double XL!
WTF is ooo bbbppp? It looks like the guy is dribbling down his chin as he sings. I guess I just don't get it.

I then got to thinking about the music I listen to. Do the lyrics sound as ridiculous to a country ear as the country music sounds to a metal ear? Let's look at classic tune, Metallica's Creeping Death:

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man
Looks normal to me, but I wonder what the country listening folk think about it. Even better to wonder when you hear it being played live. Picture 20,000 people chanting "Die! Die! Die!" as they sing those lyrics. From what I have heard, it really freaked out people when Metallica played Summerfest back in 92, I believe.

Speaking of which, Summerfest, the biggest and best music festival in the world is now less than a week away. I will be in Vegas for the latter half of it and will miss some good local talent. No bands in particular for me to see this year, though the David Lee Roth show should be good again. Otherwise, I will be checking out some new music this year.

Hoping to keep the Drinking for Jesus tour alive this weekend. I believe Bobby Friss is playing at a church tonight. That is always a good time. I just need to find where the place is.

Hope everyone is able to enjoy a nice cold beer, or other beverage of your choice this weekend. No matter what you do, rememer to rock on with your bad self!


Aleta said...

We'll miss you at camping! Try to refrain from dancing.

TripJax said...

I'm a big proponent of getting to the bar a little early and getting a head start on the beer as well as some time to reflect...

Glad I'm not alone...

AWE said...

You just want to make sure you get the seat in front of the ice cooler.

Going to the beach next week, make sure you look for drunken posts.