The banjo patterns push this song along, suggesting a steady roll on a sunny midwestern highway. The key changes are idiosyncratic, but the lead guitarist makes taste, not waste, when finessing the leaps. The on-cue backup singer zombie ladies somehow legitimize the whole project.
I like how this particular tune is on Rush Street Records. I think if you were driving an 18-wheeler thru Chicago, Rush Street and the Mag Mile is the very last place you would park your rig and look for a diner.
Imagine a techno remix with the Aflac duck shredding.
I thought perhaps the song title was going to be a euphemism for something else all together. I can't tell you how happy I am that it's not.
ReplyDeleteAndy, you have made my day... again!
Confounding...
ReplyDeleteKeep it up, man.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_nJ2zfajIU
ReplyDeleteWith Labor Day coming up, I could not help reflecting (see my "blog") on the Marxist implications of the antagonism between the truck driver and the waitress in "Truck Drivers Don't Eat Duck."
ReplyDeleteAny idea what a personalized autograph of this record would be worth. My parents have one?
ReplyDeleteI will give you 100 bucks for it..is you moms name chris? Im karen i think i might know u fromwhen we were kids...if not..i wd still like to buy it :) let me know..thanks!
DeleteCan anyone explain why the only thing I could visualize through this entire song was a big rig slowly chugging through The Land Of The Lost? Being driven by Glenda Goodwin from SNL?
ReplyDeleteI think the link is broken, could you put it back up? I really want to show my son this song!
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