I was driving home down Highland Road on a hot summer night, listening to Drew's show. A pleasant, bluesy song came on, a story being told by a man who got caught fooling around, and the chorus came in singing, "And he had SHIT on his fingers..." emphasizing Shit, and they sang it over and over again while the main singer went on and on with his story. It must have gone on for five minutes or more before Drew slowly faded it down and segued into the next song, never commenting, of course.
Leslie
