"They pound on my consciousness with their falure in vital ideas. For instance, every day as i drive to the track i keep punching the radio to different stations looking for music, decent music. It's all bad, flat, lifeless, tuneless, listless. Yet some of these compositions sell in the millions and their creators consider themselves true Artists. It's horrible, horrible drivel entering the minds of young heads. They like it. Christ, hand them shit, they eat it up. Cant they descern? Cant they hear? Cant they feel the dilution, the staleness?
I cant belive that there is nothing. I keep punching in new stations. I've had my car less than a year yet the button i push has the black paint completely worn off. It is white, ivory-like staring at me.
Well, yes, there is classical music..."
The above is actually one of my favorite bits from The Captain... The above, paired with the R Crumb drawing usually entered my head whenever the buick's radio would give and I'd be stuck with jack 104.3 endlessly. thank goodness the new car has a cd player.
