When I listen too The Oils it takes me way back to the Wherehouse days the JR high days, the awkward days. The poetic political verse of Peter Garrett taught me about Aussie ills and oppression. What did I care I was a pubescent teen in the Sonorran desert worried about faking it through another waste of time clarinet band class or not participating in the student council meeting that got me out of the history class and the fifth showing of Red Dawn. (That movie is great for freaking kids out during the cold war). However, the Oils made me care about the political world around me. How many kids do you know that watched the Gov. Meacham impeachment trials and the Clinton one for that manner. Guess what I named my kid Nixon. Is there any wonder that I am a huge G. Gordon Liddy fan. I tune out of the talk radio scene during election years so I can form my own opinion with out either sides spin. I also keep my sanity. I read All Too Human by George Stephanopolous and I record This Week with George S every Sunday. I have to watch it on Sunday or the show is irrelevant the next day. So if the Beds are Burning, the C130 Hercules, is dropping on your Dreamworld guess what that is Progress.
Seriously the best dancer ever, something I tried to copy.
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