QUOTE (Paul @ Sep 19 2008, 12:27 PM)

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SOMB Says: They were wrong, completely wrong, about everything really, and they kinda sucked, and were ugly, and no one really liked them, not here anyway, never even heard of em, only the weirdoes, because every song–every song—sounded exactly the same, just a different order of the three or four chords they could be bothered to learn, and Joey couldn't sing, could barely speak, sounded as goofy as he looked, at eight feet tall, 67 pounds, and god that mug, and the leather jacket and the jeans, just like his brothers, and they weren't even brothers for fucksakes, and their guitarist was a fucking Republican, Johnny, god rest his soul, and they couldn't even live to old age, Joey Johnny Deedee, gone before nearly every goddamn Rolling Stone, though maybe that helps, but it's just another thing, and they trotted this out, actually in front of people, called it rocknroll, actually didn't bother calling it anything, didn't give a fuck what anyone called it, what they said, just went out there, at a country western bar, or was it a homeless shelter, but they kicked out the jams, barely taking a second to breath between songs, arguing onstage, no set list, just a bunch of simple pop tunes, sped the fuck up, Tommy or Marky or whoever pounding the drums, who could keep up, really, and Johnny and Deedee attacking their instruments, Joey bleeting about huffing, and horror movies, and beating up children, like a smartass, and it came together, but it was chaos, and it was mayhem, and it was rocknroll, because it lived, it burned, it couldn't be stopped, and no one listened, only the weirdoes, but they got it, were right, were right all along. – Duff
Genius run-on! (I know I'm late on this)