Despair.

Whole world gone to shit.

Smash ’em up.

Brubeck’s taken it as far as it can go.

And Elvis don’t give a fuck about atonality.

Animal lust.

Stolen valor.

Laurel, Mississippi.

Pitching horse meat over “Treat Me Nice”.

Maybe we’ll come back to Love Me Tender and Loving You someday.

But this seemed like as good a place as any to start.

When rock and roll was rude.

And dangerous.

Rebellious.

Raucous.

Surly.

Imagine being a kid.

Seeing this at the theater.

I ain’t got nothing more to say about it.

-PD