Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, and Maladroit Carpenter Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Regarded as the First Rock and Roll Song. Naturally, It's About a Car.
Bonus: That's Ike Turner on guitar playing through an amp with a cracked sound cone packed with newspaper.