Next time you roll into Taco Bueno, order up a chicken soft taco with a side order of Grand Master Flash.  Better yet, when you dine on a dog at 7-Freakin’-11, while at the counter, ask for pack of smokes and banana peel.

You think that’ll get some attention? 

You bet bitch.

That’s the point.  It took a new millennium for NASCAR to stir it up, change the Freakin’ channel and get rid of the pre-sets.  Anytime NASCAR would roll some form of music at any of it's events, you would hear nothing but country.  Some bad 70’s, 80’s bullsh** or even some recycled crap with a ribbon on it in the 90’s.

Country music and NASCAR are no longer brothers in arms, sisters in sledge or kissin’ cousins.  The cousin no longer kisses, he flips the bird.  The brothers bitch and moan. The sisters don’t even shave.  And that is the way I like it.

When things get so Freakin’ predictable that you could put a sundial to it, its time to turn this mother out and kick its ass to the curb.  Anytime you can walk into a venue and KNOW you are going to hear, o.k. here I go, some Lee Freakin’ Greenwood serenade the minions, baby, your best bet is to find a deer blind and put the DJ in your cross hairs.

Ol’ Lee is still packin’ up his ‘thang’ and almost set to let ALL the new age get it going.  Get it going with some raucus F-U, we’re here, you’re not, rockin’ mojo to kick the rear of every freak-a-zoid from row A to ZZZ in the tri-oval.

I’ve always been one to get an uncomfortable rise when people would take the easy road.

And, it was easy for fans.  NASCAR fans like(d) country music but that’s all they were served, Waffle House style, for decades.

I fly the biggest finger horns (think heavy metal horns) when I hear a venue bust out some Beastie Boys.  And nothing kicks out the jams bigger and better when you hear that first guitar lick and then……….KICK IT!


You wake up late for school – man you don't wanna go
You ask your mom, "Please?" – but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes – and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You gotta fight for your right to party

Freaks, let’s continue to ask for that banana peel and Fight for OUR Right to party, just as we finally put the mythical Hank to bed.  Country Music and NASCAR, one IS not the other any more. 

Kind of like their old kitty bagger Winston, it ain’t the same old drag.