I think that was Springsteen's point with the song Glory Days. An old coworker once told me the same thing years ago. Everybody wants to listen to the same music that they listened to when they were riding around in their Mustang with their hot girlfriend leaning on them over the gear shift while doing 30 over. We were all at our peak in HS or college and it was the most fun time of our lives before real life hit us all between the eyes.
I'm so glad I hated rap back then as well as now.
I'm also glad I didn't marry that chick. She looks like a worn out crack whore now.
Since the kids are grown, I sure wouldn't mind having that car back, though...
I believe that the technical term for the phenomenon is Spontaneous Nigger Combustion. At least that's what the Fire Chief told me after he put one out behind the HWY 51 club a few years back. I guess there's something about hearing Hank Williams Jr. that just sets them off like flash cotton.
Who knew? :lol