I had a paper route through my neighborhood when I was growing up. I learned then that everybody watched the World Series when the games were played during the day.
I also learned that people other than I played this song really loud. This might be rock’s greatest song. Please argue.
It’s a great song, played unto death but still great. We used to do it with intellectual words: Initiate internal combustion, proceed to the interstate, in pursuit of unusual experiences, inviting the unknown…like that. But it’s not even Steppenwolf’s best song. That honor goes to this one, which was a big hit too but is never played on the so-called Classic Rock stations. It’s all but forgotten:
Love it. I remember seeing this on TV at the time. Who made up those sets? Makes me want to dig into the Steppenwolf songbook.