Driving through Tennessee in the morning en route to a "house party" gig (the house was still being built) in Deliverance country, things just looked funny. Watching the scenery on the side of the highway, the ground looked like it had just swallowed something mean and the sunlight felt equally ominous. One rest stop sold crack pipes and porn videos in solid-color boxes (labeled by ethnicity). Another sold mostly porkrind-related products. A horrible tone hummed incessantly from the fridge. Luckily, the Captain was there to save the day.Captain Beefheart - Spitball Scalped Uh Baby
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