Talk is Cheap, and Those Rumors Ain't Nice...

No deep philosophical ideologies today boys. Just wanted to share a bit of good ol' rock n' roll from a band that served as your Father's transition band into the music nut he is today. In 1978, at the ripe age of 13, I first heard a band out of Illinois called Cheap Trick. To this loyal member of the Kiss Army, it was a sound like I had never heard before. There was revolution in the music world going on in England and in small dingy clubs in NY and LA but I wouldn't be exposed to this new sound for a couple of years yet. But Cheap Trick was something very new to me. Their sound was explosive and urgent. It signaled a clear change in the musical landscape and an end to the music of the 70's as the world knew it.

Anyways...on the way to work this morning, head spinning with the uber-responsibilities of a 40-something dad about to have his world turned upside down by Boy #2, Cheap Trick's "Dream Police" fires off those unmistakable opening drum beats. THIS...is what music was made for. To completely take you away to another place. Music serves to mark a time in life. An event. Good times, bad times. But it stirs an emotion. It makes you feel alive.

For three or so minutes your conservative Dad cranked that radio and rocked. Yup, the other drivers figured I was having a meltdown. Who cares. I'm 14 and I'm drivin' a car! Woo-Hoo!

Without further ado...I give you Cheap Trick.

Headline from "Dream Police" by Cheap Trick, 1979