Come that
day, there will be speakers on all the telephone poles of the cities,
like there are or used to be in the Pomona Mall, which, truth to tell,
freaked me out pretty good once when I was young. Probably the first
thing people will want to play through these speakers will be a little
Elmore James, which is more than cool with me as how are you gonna
fault a guy for wanting to listen to some Elmore James while he eats
his barbeque-sauce-and-cheese sandwich. After that it’ll probably
be the Allman Brothers for about three days, and all the toxins festering
in the atmosphere will thereby be cleansed utterly and we shall all
walk out into the newness of our transformed world. There will probably
be call for plenty of Duke Ellington, which is plenty groovy. But
once people get finished with the indispensables, they’re going
to look for something new with which to greet the Rising Age of Barbeque
Sauce, and what they’re going to land on is this latest album
by Comets on Fire. |