"Now, why do we want to go messing with the moon for? If God wanted a man on the moon he would have built a road there. I get a hundred thirty-five dollars a month from Social Secure, and I sure can't afford to live there." -- Veris Metzger in James York Glimm's Snake-Bite: Lives and Legends of Central Pennsylvania, 1991.
Maquoketa Caves State Park in Jackson County, Iowa.
Act Two opens with Hood's “Let
There Be Rock,” which not only alludes to AC/DC's song of the same name but
addresses how both Betamax Guillotine and Hood grew up in the shadows of great
bands. While he never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd, he lists the bands he did see, while
the band works up a rock frenzy. Like most songs that purport to introduce the
power of rock music, “Let There Be Rock” attempts to be a blistering example of
the form, yet Hood's clever, yet straightforward, lyrics temper it. The narrator could be any young music fan
growing up in America during the 1970s, listening to music, doing drugs, and
drinking to excess. He drops acid at Blue Oyster Cult, is pulled over with weed
and booze, drinks vodka and almost dies. He juxtaposes each binge with his
experiences seeing classic bands. Both scenarios are equally important to his
future quest at being a rock god, or at least, writing about them. The refrain
reintroduces the rock: “And I never saw Lynyrd Skyn…