My wife and son are out of town so I'm getting a lot of work done today on the computer. Decided to go with some ZZ Top while I write a passage about a highway road trip experience one of my characters is having. I got so much into the music, I decided to make it a short story set in the desert SW instead. ZZ kicks so much ass. Hard.
"My Heads in Mississippi, Just Got Paid, Tube Snake Boogie, Waitin' For the Bus, Just Got Back from Baby's, Brown Sugar, LaGrange, Pearl Necklace....". Damn! Makes me want to fly to LA, rent a new Camaro, Challenger, or Mustang and drive the shit out of the thing on my way to Austin; just to walk into a shit kicker bar, slip a five into the juke box, order a bottle of Jack, a cup of ice, and wash it down with a Lone Star beer.
Billy doesn't play that Les Paul...he beats the hell out of it. In his hands that thing is a damn pack mule!