First off, this actually happened.

I pull into a parking lot, and this car pulls in after me, with two little homie-looking-kids with windows down, blaring none other than B.J. Thomas’ ‘Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head.’ In all its ’60′s easy listening gloriousness. No sooner had they stopped the car, then their station immediately changed to some rap song of which the only lyric I can safely repeat is ‘Ya.’ (Pronounced ‘Yee-ah’, of course.)

And I was grateful. Because now I know that every time I pass cars driven by gangsta’s (it sounds decidedly cupcake-ish when I say that) and hear the rap blaring through the sub-woofer that is the whole reason the car is riding low in the first place, that just a few seconds earlier, before they saw my approaching headlights, they were so totally rocking ‘Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head.’

It just makes the world a slightly better place.

Splendid.
Karl.

P.S. I’m in central California right now lending some sometimes on-pitch and often times off-pitch lead guitar to the worship at a youth retreat……and in between sets, sitting here at Starbucks, I feel like I have already been to the entire internet. Twice. Especially after the live World Cup games have ended. (Yes, I know it’s not very popular to like soccer in America. That’s my balance for being like the almost the entirety of American guitarists and using dotted 8th delay.) Anyone know of any guitar shops in the Paso Robles area?