You don’t know dick. Honestly. Not that you can’t like what you like, because by all means do. And not that whatever reused-redundant-regurgitated crap you listen to shouldn’t make you happy. If you can manage happiness in this slight-of-hand, cookie cutter, let the mediocre rise to the top, money wins world of music we find ourselves in—smile. Laugh. Or do whatever it is you happy people do. You must have stumbled in by mistake. The web address is badmusic4badpeople.music.blog, so f- right off. Go back to your regularly scheduled rebellion, because the rebellion has become part of the system. Go be different in exactly the same way as your fellow rebels. Viva la revolution. It breaks my heart that Rage Against the Machine accepted their invitation to the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame. Say what you will about The Sex Pistols, but they refused.

“That hall of fame is a piss stain,” John Lydon scrawled, “We’re not coming, You’re not paying attention.”

Why are you still reading? I thought we agreed you should go. Whatever. Next article, I will dispel the myth that The Doors were a great band. Yes, I just said that. So let me add, they may be the most overrated band of all time. Maybe. Stiff competition in that category.

Until next time (please don’t let their be a next time), remember you don’t know dick.