If I were I gambler you know I'd never lose

John Fogerty is wooing me.

The tight tones of Bayou Country waft and blast out of speakers and sub with equal aplomb. I close my eyes and the swamp pop reminds me how much rock and roll has changed in the last 40 years. That bass is making me swoon. One more roll of the rrrrrs and I'll be in ecstasy

Generational music, playing the chords of an era we cannot help but miss. We all have that hippie spirit somewhere. On the highway we find our musical soul, soundtracking a journey we cannot begin to imagine.

In the moonlight see that greyhound rolling on.

We hold these truths to be self-evident

There are many things I am thankful for:

• Kevin Federline putting down the mic and picking up the fork.
  
• The continued existence of Keith Richards- the fact that he is still alive compels me to ask some serious questions about life on earth, and I kind of like that
  
• That I can dance around my room in my underwear listening to K'Naan and feel entirely at peace with the world
• Cat Stevens returning to music
• Having the Rolling Stones to prefer over the Beatles
• Having seen John Cale live, and sitting 10 ft. away from him for 2 1/2 hours.
• Surviving the pit at a Coheed and Cambria show...... damned 12 yos are brutal brutal creatures.
• Mosh pit etiquette

That is all.