I first heard the last half of this song coming in scratchy on the fading signal from some Adult Contemporary station the Seek button found for me outside Richmond a couple of years ago, hurtling down twisty Huguenot Trail at a fairly reckless speed, fingers popping and snapping unconsciously against the steering wheel — catching the rhythm and matching the irresistible forward propulsion of the drums, like the constant chuffchuffboom thrum of a tugboat diesel churning at harbor.
Not a great song, but a darn good one.
Grandin Republic 