I asked a team bus driver what kind of music riders liked to listen to while going to races, or during transfers, since he said he never got to pick the music. When I asked this, the poor guy looked like a beaten man. He painfully rubbed his eyes for effect, and proceeded to make a thumping bass sound with his mouth, followed by some high-pitched beeping sounds in a frantic tempo. His description was accompanied by some New Jersey style fist pumping.
You/me = same language. No spring chicken either … in fact it seems like a lifetime ago but we put on a big party here in the early 90’s that was headlined by UR. Fun days, when we could almost get away with anything
I will say/have to add … I’ve met some cool people in my life but there’s something in the water in Detroit … per capita the coolest people I’ve ever met, without any close 2nd. Unfortunately, I’ve never been there.
Awesome, such stuff is fun especially when it’s still buzzing in your ears and the tunes have changed our head chemicals. Keep the buzz and happy to hear the maestro.