I turned on the Internet stream of my high-school radio station this morning just in time to hear the DJ mention that this spring, they're kicking off WBRH's 45th anniversary celebration.
Wut?
I was there then. I can tell you what the first record was. I was a junior in Radio I.
In 1977.
Forty-five years ago.
S***.
IT ALSO HAPPENS that I have a birthday coming up in a few days. It would appear that I'm no longer 18, much less 16.
It would appear that I'm 45 years older than 16.
S***.
That would explain that when I walk by, I fall to pieces. A little help here . . . I've fallen, and I can't get up.
Well, that kind of sets the scene for this week's edition of 3 Chords & the Truth. Expect some music from when I was 61 years younger than I am now . . . and 39 years younger . . . and 47 years younger . . . and 51 years younger . . . and you get the gist here.
IT'S MY PARTY, and I'll play what the hell I want to. Fortunately for you, it's all good. Every bit of it. That's what we've all come to expect of the Big Show.
And that's a very good thing. It was a very good year. All of 'em.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.