Wanted something more than official gun salutes and formal celebrations … wanted some real Americana as a 70s boy might have experienced it … the feeling of total freedom … so hard to get across to people today.

But also wanted it reacted to by a younger person who nonetheless got all the jokes. There were two very good black reactors I often watch … they got the groove the band laid down, start to finish, they got the synth, they could not understand the singer … whereas this reactor could … coz he’s a different demographic.

It’s a bit like some mates trying to play some garage music … yep, the groove’s great, the singer speaks his set of available lyrics, then has to think what to say after that … quite humorous, quite amateurish … garage … I love it … a bit like solos in the Sunday jazz, not knowing what’s coming next … so they invent something.

It’s carried by the band and the singer’s obsession with night trips on the highway … I remember them well. In SoCal on t’other coast, I did just this in my Sunbird convertible, down by Oceanside, wind through the balding pate under the cap … it was so FREE, so full of possibilities, meet some girl, met six.

The reactor, already being part of the demographic, different generation, just smiles at the different things pulled by the band. I’m thinking this video is a tribute to what America once was. But more than that, it’s so me, Jimbo tearing down the highway to the groove, gal or mate minding the cassette player … always the core groove, the pulse of life.

Great music in a classical sense? Hell no … but as a slice of 70s Americana … perfect I’d say. Anyway, it’s my tribute to America on this day.