This is one of my favorite early songs my son wrote (age 9). The guitar lick is classic rock style. Again, he sang it to me, I played it. He wrote it, baby. He produced it – that opening bit where it goes from small and tinny to full-blown stereophonic splendor is all his idea. Then when it came time to sing, he rocked it hard, so hard – from 2:00 out he’s possessed. It’s not like we ever even thought about Monster Trucks in our house, but he latched onto something in coming up with the lyrics. Is it really about Monster Trucks? Who knows. Who cares. Listen and bleed…
