Last night I enjoyed a post-ironic encounter with Free Bird.
The lighter-waving and stage-banter-recitation and air guitar are by this point so completely baked into the experience of the song that they have become elements of the excess, not commentary on it, at least under certain convivial conditions.
I hope they pipe the live version into my old folks home dining room.
Same exact thing happens to me with "Call Me the Breeze" and Boston's "Smokin". Nursing home management is going to have to make some big adjustments when Boomers start checking in there.
BTW, is that Pee Wee Herman dancing on the table?
Posted by: Bill Yaner | Aug 28, 2011 at 01:58 PM
Simple Man. Perfect.
Posted by: michele | Aug 28, 2011 at 03:15 PM
Yes, that's Pee Wee. I did mention that conditions were convivial.
Posted by: Ed Cone | Aug 28, 2011 at 04:09 PM