It used to be part of the Thanksgiving festivities that local rock & roll DJ's all across this giant fruit-basket we call America would play Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant (and Thanksgiving Day Massacree) at noon on the aforementioned holiday.
But for some reason, probably because most young people have awful taste in music and are also not that smart and because:
awful taste + stupid = OomphChikOomphChikOomphChikOomphChik
the traditional playing of Alice's Restaurant (and Thanksgiving Day Massacree) when pre-stuffing and turkey filled little children would sit on grandpa's knee and raptly listen to the radio, has fallen by the wayside.
Which is a real shame.
I, for one, don't want to live in a country that doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving Day with the traditional playing of Alice's Restaurant. It's just un-American.
Which is why I'll be taking my little music machine, aka IPod, over to Keith and Kerry's house tomorrow when I go to eat too much turkey and shake up the little ones.
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