The power of music never ceases to amaze me. I put on AC/DC (Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap) this evening to commiserate my bad mood. Then Big Balls came on, which reminded me of a story that put a smile on my face.
I remember sitting in my brother Adam’s room as a kid. I must have been nine or ten, and he was in high school. We were listening to the very same album at the time, and Big Balls came on. I believe that I expressed that I liked the song, and Adam asked if I knew what they were talking about. “Of course,” I stated, “playground balls.” Adam left it at that.
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