Rock n roll yourself to death

We wouldn't live with a banner that reads "DIAL IT TO 11 FRIDAY" unless we could cook a couple of bowls of these fresh buds. Sixteen candles by the Crests in 1958. Ahhh rock n roll infancy. Fifty-seven chevys, makin' out, n all that greaser shit. Boof! Next, Sweet's overrevved, supersizzle 1976in' Lies In Your Eyes shows off their massive talent. Massive AND TALENT! Vroom!! Cabooseification: VH soups it up on their 1980 Women and Children First LP with Everybody Wants Some. And we do, and how 'bout you? Far from our significant island called 'normal planet earth' we have the realm of the radio DJ. The man whose voice calls to you in the night. The preacher of pop music. The deacon of disco. The savior of soul. Two titans walked the earth. One was the wolfman (r.i.p.) and he's highlighted in the bottom clip. The other is the immortal 'screamin' italian' Dick Biondi, who spins vinyl on WLS starting at 11pm every weekday night. Dig that tune-rific rapturous style when the young world wanted to flip off anyone over thirty and the music and the Wolfman howled over the airwaves from secret places under a secret moon somewhere hidden in the mexican desert. Dead-before-we-hit-the-ground-bitchin'. The radio was tits, man, tits!