Growing up in a small town, we had one radio station. To fit the demands of its listeners, it broadcast news in the morning, and a blend of classic rock and contemporary country during the afternoons and evenings. So, during those long, languorous summer days, the ambient soundtrack was always one of distorted guitars and rough vocals, distorted still further from being forced through the tinny speakers of a portable radio.
As I was driving across town for a Labor Day barbecue, I kept hitting ‘seek’ repeatedly on my car’s FM Radio, trying to find something spirited to listen to in order to set the mood for the day. Ozzy Osbourne provided just the song. Whatever “Crazy Train” is actually about, to me it is about the smell of freshly mown grass, the feel of an old frisbee, and the taste of hot dogs and store brand cola.
