Old Stuff Is New Again

This weekend I surreptitiously purchased Creedence Clearwater on ITunes. After having mothballed my tape collection and owning no Creedence CD's, I have felt deprived for quite some time.

Loaded up with Dad Rock goodness, this afternoon I was listening to "Fortunate Son" and it sounds like it could have been written...yesterday. This elitist warmongering thing really is a national habit, isn't it?

(Huh. I guess my illicit acquisition probably isn't so surreptitious any more.)