Granted, I don't listen to WOXY's stream anymore, and they were kind of favorites at 97X. Still, I wonder. LOhio wasn't bad. I mean, there was no 'Earth To Grandma' on it, but I didn't really like it all that much, anyway.
Tell you a little secret -- I'm a couple of years older than Chuck Cleaver, the guitarist/vocalist (and, I gather, at least co-songwriter) of Ass Ponys. I grew up somewhere around ten miles from where he grew up. We probably had some mutual acquaintances.
One Ass Ponys song stands out as an ear-grabber for me, having grown up around there. It's a song off LOhio called 'Fire In The Hole.' This verse, one of only two, sums up the last two years I was in high school:
Pop the clutch and holler rabbits feet
Roll the windows down
Take a drink to find the strength you need
Then pass the bottle ’round
Well, except for the fact I didn't really learn to drive a stick until I was in my early twenties. Other than that, the whole song pretty much describes what it was like to grow up in the quirky, dirty, anally-retentive shithole where I performed that particular feat of magic. And didn't grow up dirty and anally-retentive, at any rate -- which is the true miracle.
Not to take anything away from 'Baby In A Jar' -- but I don't, in fact, remember where my mood ring is. I may have left it on the sink, but it was a quarter of a century ago, now, and hell if I remember which sink it might have been.
'Astronaut' is good, too. Just not quite as incisive -- I swear, 'Fire In The Hole' gives me serious flashbacks. To places Chuck Cleaver likely remembers about as well as I do, and probably through the same haze of warm beer and fogged up car windows.
I'm so glad I don't live there now. I'd stick a freakin' fork in my eyeball.
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