I drove home on River Road listening to The Black Keys' Rubber Factory, unearthed from the garbage dump under the seat in my car.
As I was making this long lopey curve, driving a little too fast, feeling those slight G-forces, the stoney guitar gallop in "Act Nice and Gentle" kicked in, as if it was being coughed up from by car after a juicy bong hit.
I glanced up and saw a buzzard gliding in in a lazy arc opposite to the curve of the road, as if it were completing the circle. Corny, perfect rock 'n roll moment.
The Black Keys – Act Nice and Gentle
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