Old Enough to Forget

When I was a kid we moved to a small rural town that boasted an AM radio station that was quite literally all things to all people, which meant there was hardly ever anything good on. Every so often the station would indulge an ear worm and play the shit out of it. Low and behold a heavily bleeped version of "The Rodeo Song" was given the honour of spinning seemingly every hour for what seemed like weeks, but was probably two days. Still, this appealed wildly to my teenage goofball self and having a chance to hear the unedited version was a sought after treat. I never did get the album because I would have had hell to pay if my parents heard me playing it from my bedroom. Here I am four decades and a couple years later scouring the dollar bins and I'm passing over the ever present Bill Cosby albums and occasional Nestor Pistor album (I am looking for one in decent enough condition to be worth my dollar) and low and behold there's Showdown in all their glory. The jacke...