Speaking of punk, I am so psyched. I just found some of my favorite 80s 'cowpunk' albums by Jason and the Scorchers on CDs (having worn out my cassettes long ago). I can't wait to get off of work, get in my car, throw on songs like "White Lies," "Broken Whiskey Glass," "If Money talks" and their killer, killer, cover of Dylan's "Absolutely Sweet Marie," and pretend I'm back at my frat in college slam dancing and gatoring.
Now, all I need is a case of "National Bo" beer...
