WRVA drive time disc jockey Kitty Kinnin is a person who I've mentioned before. We've never met, but she struck me when I first heard her as a gracefully-aging hippie with suspect politics, a big heart, newfound respect for her alarm clock, and an ear tuned to that subset of rock that I grew up with.
I caught what must have been the "rock anthem" portion of her show yesterday.
I liked this sequence: "Sympathy for the Deveil" (Rolling Stones), "Burning for You (Blue Oyster Cult), "Summer of '69" (Bryan Adams). Sequeing to a commercial after the cut from Adams, Kinnin quipped "Let me see if I can remember the summer of '69. Hmmm....Nope, I can't do it."
Like the joke says, that means she was there. The quip made me smile.
On a more dispreputable plane, mad props to friend Bookworm for highlighting this inspired takedown of John Lennon's insipid "Imagine." (The first lines are: “Imagine there’s no heaven/it’s easy if you try.” No, it isn’t, because if there’s no heaven then there’s no hell, and we know that there’s a hell because when this song is playing we’re in it.)
Still not sure it's the worst song of all time (worse than "In the Year 2525"?), but it's in the bottom five.
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