{"id":4461,"date":"2010-11-16T14:08:18","date_gmt":"2010-11-16T20:08:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=4461"},"modified":"2010-11-16T14:14:49","modified_gmt":"2010-11-16T20:14:49","slug":"so-help-me-jesus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/memories\/so-help-me-jesus\/","title":{"rendered":"So help me, Jesus"},"content":{"rendered":"

I don’t remember how I heard about them but I was in high school, trying to scavenge for what bits of cool I could (I wore Walmart knockoffs of Airwalks until I could weasel my way into a real pair) when I heard about the Toadies. One day I found myself with my grandmother at the Old Hickory Mall in Jackson, in Camelot Music (which is now FYE, I think), with Rubberneck<\/i> in hand, heading for the checkout counter. My grandmother looked at the album and the song names and asked me what kind of music that was. <\/p>\n

I came from a household where Hells Bells<\/a><\/i> was required viewing and Depeche Mode’s Violator<\/i> had been summarily removed from my sister’s tape deck and destroyed because it contained a song called “Personal Jesus.” And Aerosmith, despite my dad having loooved that band as a teenager\/young adult, was frowned upon in all its iterations. <\/p>\n

So I told Grandmaw, while skimming the band thank-yous in the liner notes and pointing out that they had given thanks to a pastor, “They’re some kind of Christian band, see?” <\/p>\n

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Here it is, more than 12 years later, and I still love this album like the first day I heard it. I find it impossible to listen to Rubberneck<\/i>‘s songs without thrashing about a bit. Visual aid:<\/p>\n