It’s the Final Countdown
Your future and the future of your children is at stake.
Ask yourself: could these guys rock out this version of The Final Countdown if Huey Lewis had not paved the way and made sure the heart of rock ‘n’ roll was still beating when it came time for them to take cello lessons?
I think not.
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Get over to Diesel’s Mattress Police and vote your conscience.
Vote for Huey.
Please, don’t let all the cheap beer, jello shots and grain alcohol you’ve consumed at frat parties and dive bars to have been drunk in vain.
Join this blog and others around the world in preserving the music of Huey Lewis.
Do it for yourself. Do it for your country.
And do it ’cause I’ve got a whole bunch of skinny ties and white Reeboks I can still use.
Vaya con Huey, my friends … vaya con Huey.
December 20th, 2007 at 3:14 pm
How very funny that I come here on this day of all days to this post of all posts… I got to meet Huey one night in the late 80s — my car had a flat tire in the University of South Florida college campus parking lot and he was leaving a gig as I was having a tantrum. He offered me a ride home. What did I do? I changed my tire. After all, I lived 40 miles from campus. It would have been rude to accept. I am SUCH an idiot. But he was very nice.