So stepdad is a sixties and seventies rock fanatic. We've dropped into this imprompto car ritual around CDs. It started a few weeks back with him accidentally leaving in a Joe Cocker disc and his glee when I sheepishly admitted to really liking his music. That seems to've gotten him into a how many rock bands can I get Nick to admit they like, especially because I'm a slow and smooth kinda human, and I'll freely admit I thought most rock was bangers. A music novice am I, and I'll freely admit it.
Today's offering was the king himself, and this was my favorite of his standards, though damn I liked a lot of it. He's stacking up a lotta wins in the rock column.
Today's offering was the king himself, and this was my favorite of his standards, though damn I liked a lot of it. He's stacking up a lotta wins in the rock column.