Death or Glory...
I'm currently on Equine Ambulatory rotation, which is pretty quiet this time of year. I had a good day today. I learned a lot about equine dental practices. It was fun, and our last patient of the day is such a cutie!
We spend a lot of time on the road, going from farm to farm. Really, there isn't that much to do this time of year. The supervising vet likes to play K-Rock, the local classic rock station, and he loves belting out anything by Brian Adams or his clones. Today, right after turning down the radio from yet another Brian Adams singalong, he turned it back up for Sweet Child o' Mine. I remembered what it was like when that song came out, and how certain of my family members simultaneously approved and disapproved of me listening to it. Then I remembered the "Parental Discretion" stickers on Use Your Illusion 1+2, and how Laura and I gloried in anything marked with such warnings at the time. It struck me, then, how funny it is what becomes classic rock. G'n'R was one of my rebellion bands, back when I was a spoiled and rebellious brat, and now it's classic rock. Just to drive home the facepalm, there was also one of the more bland Metallica songs that got turned up a little later. It of course got turned down at the point of the song where Metallica remembered that they had once had balls. Is it that people grow accustomed to the things that were once so unacceptable, or do people forget what it was that made them disapprove? 'Death or Glory' becomes just another story.
Music speaks to some people, and it's different music for different people. Weirdly, it put me in mind of Sept 11, 2001. I remember that morning, and I remember how I learned what had happened. I got into my car, turned the radio on, and headed for school. The radio was set to the hardest rock station I could get, and when I turned it on, they were just starting to play New Year's Day by U2. By the time the song was over, I knew that something terrible had happened, and that a lot of people were most likely dead, with great political implications; I knew that there had probably been an act of war, but probably not quite a war. All that, simply because that station would never otherwise even think of playing U2, and I knew from that to listen to the song. Les was in class when he heard about it, and that was the best place for him to gain a greater understanding of what had happened. I was driving through the country, listening to music, and that was the best place for me.
We spend a lot of time on the road, going from farm to farm. Really, there isn't that much to do this time of year. The supervising vet likes to play K-Rock, the local classic rock station, and he loves belting out anything by Brian Adams or his clones. Today, right after turning down the radio from yet another Brian Adams singalong, he turned it back up for Sweet Child o' Mine. I remembered what it was like when that song came out, and how certain of my family members simultaneously approved and disapproved of me listening to it. Then I remembered the "Parental Discretion" stickers on Use Your Illusion 1+2, and how Laura and I gloried in anything marked with such warnings at the time. It struck me, then, how funny it is what becomes classic rock. G'n'R was one of my rebellion bands, back when I was a spoiled and rebellious brat, and now it's classic rock. Just to drive home the facepalm, there was also one of the more bland Metallica songs that got turned up a little later. It of course got turned down at the point of the song where Metallica remembered that they had once had balls. Is it that people grow accustomed to the things that were once so unacceptable, or do people forget what it was that made them disapprove? 'Death or Glory' becomes just another story.
Music speaks to some people, and it's different music for different people. Weirdly, it put me in mind of Sept 11, 2001. I remember that morning, and I remember how I learned what had happened. I got into my car, turned the radio on, and headed for school. The radio was set to the hardest rock station I could get, and when I turned it on, they were just starting to play New Year's Day by U2. By the time the song was over, I knew that something terrible had happened, and that a lot of people were most likely dead, with great political implications; I knew that there had probably been an act of war, but probably not quite a war. All that, simply because that station would never otherwise even think of playing U2, and I knew from that to listen to the song. Les was in class when he heard about it, and that was the best place for him to gain a greater understanding of what had happened. I was driving through the country, listening to music, and that was the best place for me.