Here’s my bottom line in all the discussion of music, the horrors of our attitudes both then and now…I sure wish I had a big ol’ Rocket 88 And I’d probably be satisified with the tube AM radio because a Rocket 88 could and did sing it’s own sweet song when you stretched that V8 out close to it’s 88 name and near 88 MPH. Perhaps incorrect of me to mention some of the side effect beauty of the era but by the time my young dumb ass could afford a used 88 I’ll admit much of my fun was generated in the lizard brain of a hormone carbonated kid and I’d love to have another shot at an 88 moving on down the road.
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