Have you seen the Nissan commercial that uses that song “Iron Man” by Black Sabbath? It plays out here constantly. And every time I hear it, I start singing along with the lyrics that Nephew #2 wrote to it when he was 10. I don’t remember them all, but I remember enough to sing along with the commercial. So I present them to you, so you can sing along, too.
Here it is, Afghan Man:
I am Afghan Man
Running through the hills of Afghanistan
Eating rats and twigs
Trying hard to find Osama’s digs
Okay. That’s all I remember. He’d play it on his turquoise-colored electric guitar with the amps turned up to this awful, glorious distortion. I remember the heavy emphasis on eating rats and twigs, all very raw, very survivalist. I think the deal was that Afghan Man was going rogue to find and kill Osama. I thought it was a very valid notion. Plus, with the distortion and the turquoise, the whole experience was truly magnificent.
Rock on, Afghan Man.
When I read “Afghan Man”, my first mental picture was of a man running around with a crocheted blanket around his shoulders. You know, the non-capitalized kind of afghan. Clearly, world politics are not the first thing on my mind.
Barbara — HAHAHAHAHAHA! I didn’t even think of that!