So many bands I don’t know. I remember when I thought country-western radio was the end-all, be-all of music, and electric guitars were retarded. –The exact moment. I was listening to “I’m gonna hire a wino” and watching Mom milk a cow in a red barn with peeling paint. The same barn and the same cow would die in a fire a few years later, when a bum lamb ate through a power cord to a heat lamp and set the place on fire.