Huey Lewis (Personality) Not quite a deity, but worshiped by many. Best of all, you don't need a credit card to ride the train.

Can I just say this: While I loathe most remakes, and it troubles me to no end that the current generation is trashing all of our generation's hard work (see, e.g., The Breakfast Club JCPenny's ad), I still absolutely love that we live in a world where we can occasionally dust off a few old relics and drag them back out in daylight for a weekend or two. And Huey Lewis is definitely one of those guys who needs to have his music -rediscovered by the up-and-coming stoners (he performs a soundtrack number for Pineapple Express). It wasn't groundbreaking, particularly original, or in any way great music. But he and the News were fun, melodic as hell, and well aware of themselves. Huey Lewis really was hip to be square. (Sidenote: My first ever cassette was Huey Lewis' Sports album).
 
And whatever happened to blue-collar music, anyway? Fucking manufactured bullshit these days from shit-sticks who don't know the value of a goddamn dollar. Pffff. Now, get off my fucking lawn.

Looking good, Huey: You haven't aged a day.