I DECIDE TO MOVE ON

Summer 1978. It's warm out, I'm about to go out of state for awhile. There's a party of the usual Steller suspects at someone's house out in the burbs, DJ'ed by the son of a local radio personality. The DJ has to go to the bathroom, so, inexplicably, turns the reins over to me. I go to the emergency Dr. X playlist, which remains in effect to this day:

The Boys Are Back in Town - Thin Lizzy
Slow Ride - Foghat
Fool for the City - Foghat

People are dancing and sweating up a storm. The girls are taking on that nice glow that just makes everyone feel better.

Just as I'm thinking you don't really need a DJ, you could just play Foghat all night, the DJ returns in a panic: "We've got to slow this down. Everyone's out of breath man!"

He puts on some lobotomized disco ballad and restores order.

And I'm thinking: the time has come to move on - you are with them, but you are not of them.

A lot of water's gone under the bridge since then. But some things don't change. And Foghat's playing the Red Lion Casino in Elko, Nevada Friday night.