I'm not the most qualified to write about (or even appreciate) southern 70's rock. As far as I knew there was the song "Free Bird" and all the other songs "not-Free Bird". (thank you, David Spade's stand-up act)
Intolerance, and inbred racism notwithstanding, there's a certain chicken-fried romance about the Southern U.S., punctuated by moonshine and will-o-wisps. Seems to me the air would be thick with temptation; barndances at sundown, grits at sunrise, and fun stuff in between. Love is best when it's totally barefoot.
Alright, that's enough stereotyping.
But oh, the refrain is made far more enjoyable should you add immediately afterward, a rousing "craaaaaash into me!"
-kam
Comments (4)
my dad likes little feat, and my dad is old.
old-timer!
Posted by caitlin | February 15, 2007 11:38 AM
Posted on February 15, 2007 11:38
Your dad has better taste in music than you, so... I'm satisfied.
Posted by kam | February 15, 2007 12:45 PM
Posted on February 15, 2007 12:45
(this comment violated my privacy policy. go hell. love, kam)
Posted by caitlin | February 15, 2007 2:36 PM
Posted on February 15, 2007 14:36
Of course I realize later that 'Simple Man' is the best Skynyrd song.
The south shall come again!
Posted by kam | February 17, 2007 1:32 AM
Posted on February 17, 2007 01:32