Today I was loading up my office iTunes, when what to my wondering eyes did appear under the “Singles” category, but a golden oldie from my freshman year in high school. The title alone brought memories surging back to me. Listening to it slammed me firmly back into the 9th grade and my painful metamorphosis from gawky kid to something else. Its the only song by this artist that I like, and isn’t my preferred style of new wave music, but growing up in the 70’s and 80’s in Central Florida meant you were a mix of southern rock, classic rock and whatever new trend came down I-4.
The song transported me all the way back to 1979? “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by the Charlie Daniels Band (CDB). My favorite part was the chorus (which still makes no sense to me):
Fire on the mount’n, run boys, run.
The devil’s in the house of the risin’ sun.
Chicken in the bread pin, pickin’ out dough.
“Granny, does your dog bite?”
“No, child, no.”
What a little cracker I was…ok, still am…