I have a funny story about Kid Rock music. I was ice fishing with some friends in Michigan on Lake Superior. We we were streaming Pandora and Kid Rock’s “Midnight Train to Memphis” started to play.
Just then, my dad opens the door to ask how our fishing is going. He is a nice guy and does not like profanity of any kind. We are talking to him for a bit, then the second half of the song hits. If you’re familiar with the song, it goes from a soft song to a heavy, profanity filled song.
My dad left after the lyrics repeated “Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch” for a whole eternity it felt like
I am a dad and a music lover. Profanity aside, I will walk out of any room where anyone is playing the worst music I’ve ever heard. I don’t care what the ‘artist’ intends, but if I hear dog shit, I avoid as if it was tear gas. Kid Rock is unlistenable. Always has been, always will be. I detest the platform he’s been given and that we still have to utter his wretched name.
In the Ice shack, we had the phone in a bucket, to up the sound through amplifivation. No one had the testicular fortitude, at 16, to admit it was thier station.
Kid Rock’s Fans: Sad Bawitdaba noises
I have a funny story about Kid Rock music. I was ice fishing with some friends in Michigan on Lake Superior. We we were streaming Pandora and Kid Rock’s “Midnight Train to Memphis” started to play.
Just then, my dad opens the door to ask how our fishing is going. He is a nice guy and does not like profanity of any kind. We are talking to him for a bit, then the second half of the song hits. If you’re familiar with the song, it goes from a soft song to a heavy, profanity filled song.
My dad left after the lyrics repeated “Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch” for a whole eternity it felt like
Hey, quit spreading misinformation!
Kid Rock doesn’t have fans.
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Kid Rock can dream
I am a dad and a music lover. Profanity aside, I will walk out of any room where anyone is playing the worst music I’ve ever heard. I don’t care what the ‘artist’ intends, but if I hear dog shit, I avoid as if it was tear gas. Kid Rock is unlistenable. Always has been, always will be. I detest the platform he’s been given and that we still have to utter his wretched name.
In the Ice shack, we had the phone in a bucket, to up the sound through amplifivation. No one had the testicular fortitude, at 16, to admit it was thier station.