No cover charge-you're with the band! Front row, loud & proud. Clap your hands & sing along. Raise a fist or stomp your feet. Shake your butt, or wank your weenie.
I am here to get my jollies - and yours, at the expense of my old long haired heroes, and anything else that gets me off. Rampant Irrelevance for fellow aging hipsters - formerly young dudes and smokin' groupies.
Read at your own risk. There will be blood, sweat, and profanity. Alliteration & Abomination. Thrashing, Trashing & Bashing. Rhyme without reason. Politically incorrect ranting & riffing.
No rules. Not even correct grammar. This is what rock n roll is all about - Let it out!
No one is safe. If they made a dime off me, I have earned the right to unleash my poison pen (lame laptop). Nearly 5 decades of my paltry pittance - wasted on a steaming pile of vinyl, tape, and silver plastic coasters – a dust collecting testament of my dwindling dedication to their crap. Craft. Whatever.
Enough with the intro. Time to let those fingers fly on the old craptop – especially the middle ones.
Rock On!
Rotten Roller
