From The Archives: Kid Rock, Cormac McCarthy & Me
NOTE: This piece was originally published on my old blog, Upstream of Consciousness , on August 18, 2010. It is presented here in light of current events because life is all about the clicks. Last summer I worked the beer stand for a Kid Rock concert. Lynard Skynard opened for him. It was a very enlightening cultural experience to say the least. First of all, every sentence was punctuated with the phrase "m*****f*****." Every one. "I'll have two Bud Light drafts, m*****f*****." "Gimme one them pretzels, m*****f*****." "Kid Rock rocks, m*****f*****." "Reformed healthcare for everyone, m*****f*****!" The souvenir stand sold thongs. Red, tiny, lacy thongs. I am not making that up. Several women in their mid-50s were there showing off their need for proper dental care. I watched one girl get arrested. She was flopping around the ground like a violent fish screaming "NO NO NO!!!" as she was being cuffed. Ironically, she d...