So many songs just resonate when youre emotionally damaged. My iPod played me a one today that triggered a good memory, so Ill share it with you here. Some historical background first. Once upon a time, going to the bank was a biweekly chore to deposit a paycheck, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and direct deposit not yet a thing. So Im driving my glamour car of the 80s light blue 1972 Ford Pinto to the bank, with 4-year-old Tom (thats how *we* spelled it then because we didnt know yet) in the car seat next to me. I have a mix tape on, and Mojo Nixons I Hate Banks comes on when were a few blocks from the bank. (This is either the best or worst parenting ever.) I turn it up. Were singing along, because he has heard it enough to know the chorus. I pull up to the drive-in teller window (ref:age of dinosaurs, above) and I turn it down, but hes still singing, I hate banks, just cant stand em, give me a shovel and man Ill plant em... The look on the tellers face was one of incredulity. I wonder if he noticed that even then. He was always ready to shake up somebodys world. I miss you so much, Thom. The only banks I like? I like Ernie banks all right... #MojoNixon
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 02:37:24 +0000
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