CCR, Great American Music

Today, I'm listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival; this band is one of the most bad-ass, freedom lovin' music you'll ever hear in your life. If you stop and listen, you'll hear it: Rock and Roll baby! And you realize suddenly that you want to dance, maybe you grab your friends and start jiggin' to the music. And then you have a hard time typing because "Proud Mary" just came on and you're "Rollin' rollin' rollin' on a river." Once you start dancing, you look up, and you see the "Bad Moon Risin," and you know "The end is comin' soon." To explain, what all this means is that I've been danceing in my chair now for a while, but I'm about to go change the song to "Down on the Corner," I was also thinkin' I'd turn the volume up. Lose yourself to the music, and it will take you all the places you've ever thought you'd want to be. Don't stop dancing, the guitar solo is coming. "You don't need a penny just to hang aroung, but if you've got a nickel won't you lay you're money down?" I love this music. Rock and Roll is lost: it's no longer the music of the youth, sissies! "It ain't me! It ain't me! I ain't no fortunate one!" It's never you. And you keep on dancing. Not to look cool, but because dancing to this badass music is fun as hell, and you shouldn't stop bobbing your head.