A Little Grease For Your Thursday...

A friend of mine took me to a taco joint in Tijuana once, and when I left the place I was a little sad because I knew that I would never again, in my entire existence on this mortal coil, have a taco as good as the ones I’d just eaten. This song is the rock equivalent of that experience. This is rock music stripped down to its absolute bare essence, with no production, no virtuosity, no lights, no dancers, and no histrionics. Gives one pause to think about all the ridiculous things that we lesser beings do to compensate for lack of shear unadulterated skill.