the oak ridge boys

i can't believe i'm posting this, but it has some background story. first off, i like what i like and make no apologies when i comes to music. like the holy modal rounders proclaim: good taste is timeless. like that nun in 5th grade that tc battled said: to each his own, as the farmer kissed the cow. i'm confident. but the oak ridge boys are burned in my memory as a bunch of clowns, just like depeche mode. here's how it went down the other night: i'm house-sitting club O, a place many of you are familiar with. meg was on her way over to run through some new tunes with me. i needed to find an extension cord so i was rooting around the club and found a goldmine of casette tapes in a closet on the 3rd floor. all sorts of killer stuff - bonnie raitt, steve earle, waylon, tom t. hall, townes, etc. even more illegal stuff like buckwheat zydeco and bela fleck and the flecktones but i left them in the closet. there were 3 oak ridge boys tapes and i figured if i got myself into 81 -83 dead boots by this point in the game, i might as well give 'em a whirl. they're good! well, partially good. i was hoping the dude with the long hair and beard was the deep voice, but i was wrong. i dig the guy it ended up being, though. i really dig what looks to be the bossman, short dude with the fro and moustache. he seems so pleased. i cook my dinner at he club to the oak ridge boys.