Give me a pigfoot and a bottle of Bud Light

You know the kind of blues band that's middle-aged white guys in ironic Panama hats and shades, trying to sing like the Howlin' Wolf in the same voice that tells kids how to change the rubber bands on their retainers the rest of the week? These are the guys who buy pre-worn guitars - they look beat up, like you've played them for years. It's the perfect background music for today's bikers, the folks who show up at Sturgis with logowear hanging on every available bodily protuberance. It's sad -- once we had a culture, now we have brand loyalties.