Last night the wife had me attend one of these corporate dinner things, something where you are honored for your years of service and devotion to the company. They feed you a dinner where some of the food is “suspect” and a few speakers laud praise among the recipients and then everyone loads up and head home … sans raise.
We sat at a table with a exclusive mix of folks, a young guy (27 on my right) and retired military on the left. When I asked the retired military guy what it was that he did for a living, he trotted out his entire rancid history and told me for twenty-eight minutes how it was each day that he saves the world with a screwdriver.
The kid on the right was more interesting, he wanted to know what kind of music I listened to, who I was going to vote for, what did I think about this and that?
He asked me if I liked Hank III and some outfit called “Assjack.” (I am not making this up people) Then this morning, over a cup of coffee and some quiet time, I discovered Hank III on another website that I frequent from time to time up and until this moment I had never heard of Assjack or Hank #3 so naturally being the curious type, I checked it out.
Turns out Hank had a son, and the son, had a son, and his name is Hank III, almost like one of those bible things, and he beget him, and then he beget him on and on. So like I said, this morning I came across another link to Hank III and I decided to check him out.
Now I am fairly sure why it is that I have found that young people write such depressing blog’s early in the morning, they are either depressed or hung over. It could be this music, I mean, what do I know? At least this is my take on it for right now, when I know more, you will of course, be informed.
Now I am going to go back to my CD favorite, Lawrence Welk Remembers Woodstock and my box of Hi-Ho Crackers.