What the HELL do you think you're doing?

[Doktor Howl]

Get out of my way, you fuckers, I'm a rock n roll man.  Always have been, always will be, and I have the fucking scars to prove it.  I have stomped with the best of them, shat blood, and pissed out kidney stones the size of marbles.  I KNOW rock n roll, and I know that it DOES include some country, some classical - and most importantly - a shitload of blues.

Music that ONLY makes you want to dance isn't rock n roll...Bill Haley was a hack.  Rock n roll has to have an emotional impact of some kind.  Preferably, that impact should leave you wanting to gnaw someone's face off and wear it as a loincloth, even if - especially if - that someone is yourself.  Any rocker worth his salt can figure out a way to eat his own face, thanks for asking.

Being a rock n roller means many things.  It means never being able to say you're sorry.  It means both never being alone, and being alone in a crowded room.  It means that you aren't afraid of terrorists or governments or criminals or random whackjobs running your country.

Because it isn't just about the music.  It's about losing your shit and doing the sort of thing that got LMNO (Rocker, par excellence) banned from Rhode Island for indecency and "general carrying on".  It's about waking up with your clothes on inside out in another country, and that's just Tuesday.  It's about scaring the straights, without trying.  It's about shaking your fist at the president and God and screaming into the void, just to stay in practice.  If it's about acting your age, then you better run when you see me coming, because I just get angrier every year.  Go to bed mad, wake up madder, and kick 'em IN THE NADS if they don't like it.

So keep your techno™ and your Taylor Swift and your fears and worries and petty partisanship.  Keep all that shit, and get the fuck out of my way, because I've just about had all the bad water I can stand.  LMNO understands this shit, ECH knows precisely what I'm talking about, and Dimo's already puking on his boots when I get to the bar. 

We know this shit.  We understand how things work.  It's how we get things done, you and I.

The Age of No Fun is over, effective immediately.  We WILL rock, and we WILL roll, and we WILL bray our spittle and laughter in Their faces, as they try to understand why we hate America™.

Get off your arses.  There's music playing, and a mosh pit 2462 miles long and 1738 miles wide. 

What the fuck are you waiting for?

Okay Again,
Dok

[Phox]

Get out of my way, you fuckers, I'm a rock n roll man.  Always have been, always will be, and I have the fucking scars to prove it.  I have stomped with the best of them, shat blood, and pissed out kidney stones the size of marbles.  I KNOW rock n roll, and I know that it DOES include some country, some classical - and most importantly - a shitload of blues.

Music that ONLY makes you want to dance isn't rock n roll...Bill Haley was a hack.  Rock n roll has to have an emotional impact of some kind.  Preferably, that impact should leave you wanting to gnaw someone's face off and wear it as a loincloth, even if - especially if - that someone is yourself.  Any rocker worth his salt can figure out a way to eat his own face, thanks for asking.

Being a rock n roller means many things.  It means never being able to say you're sorry.  It means both never being alone, and being alone in a crowded room.  It means that you aren't afraid of terrorists or governments or criminals or random whackjobs running your country.

Because it isn't just about the music.  It's about losing your shit and doing the sort of thing that got LMNO (Rocker, par excellence) banned from Rhode Island for indecency and "general carrying on".  It's about waking up with your clothes on inside out in another country, and that's just Tuesday.  It's about scaring the straights, without trying.  It's about shaking your fist at the president and God and screaming into the void, just to stay in practice.  If it's about acting your age, then you better run when you see me coming, because I just get angrier every year.  Go to bed mad, wake up madder, and kick 'em IN THE NADS if they don't like it.

So keep your techno™ and your Taylor Swift and your fears and worries and petty partisanship.  Keep all that shit, and get the fuck out of my way, because I've just about had all the bad water I can stand.  LMNO understands this shit, ECH knows precisely what I'm talking about, and Dimo's already puking on his boots when I get to the bar. 

We know this shit.  We understand how things work.  It's how we get things done, you and I.

The Age of No Fun is over, effective immediately.  We WILL rock, and we WILL roll, and we WILL bray our spittle and laughter in Their faces, as they try to understand why we hate America™.

Get off your arses.  There's music playing, and a mosh pit 2462 miles long and 1738 miles wide. 

What the fuck are you waiting for?

Okay Again,
Dok

[Nephew Twiddleton]

This is precisely what I needed to read today

[AFK]

Hell yeah!

[Doktor Howl]

This is precisely what I needed to read today

Then hold the fuck up, because I'm not done spewing yet.

ECH was 169% right, and I was utterly wrong.  The fun IS out there,  it's just a different KIND of fun.  Maybe I just feel more wrath and hate with the yahoos running the show, but the last 4 years have been a fucking wet blanket.  The Powers That Be were so fucking pathetic that you couldn't even be angry with them.  But those pigs are gone, swimming over the Potomac, because they know.  They understand, you see, that fatter, meaner pigs are coming.

And these are the times that rock n rollers were made for.  Bad guys you can actually feel good about hating, enemies worthy of our consideration, and a population to be punished.  Oh, yes.  

This, Blight, is precisely why all the best music happens during all the worst times...The only proof of which is required is that Jefferson Airplane existed in the 60s and 70s, and Miley Cyrus exists now.  But that's fixing to change, I'd bet my engineer boots on it.

So what you have to do, Blight, is get up there and make that crowd bounce.  Show 'em what a good time REALLY is, and how much fun you can REALLY have, if only you're serious about it.  And don't YOU forget to enjoy yourself doing it.  The difference between an "okay" performance and a complete fucking rage-out is whether or not the band is having fun.  When they are, it shows, and when they aren't, the crowd will fall asleep.  And if it isn't fun, why bother?

Don't give a shit about what you sound like.  Have fun, and the sound will come.

Lose your fucking mind.  Nothing else will do, in these dark and hilarious days.

Okay Or Kill Me,
Dok

[LMNO]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bX275Crxxc

CALLIN FROM THE FUNHOUSE!

[Doktor Howl]

Ever since Tuesday evening, I have felt myself filling with a righteous wrath that I can only properly enjoy when the GOP is running the show.  When the returns started coming in, I grew a grin that became uglier and uglier with every passing hour.

I had forgotten, you see, how GOOD it feels to be BAD.  I had forgotten how much fun it can be to have evil bastards and yahoos stomping back and forth like clay pigeons.  I had utterly forgotten how much FUN I had tormenting Denny Hastert's staff with awful letters tech-screwed to his office door (his office being next to the neighborhood bar).

And, no, I'm not getting off topic.  Rock n roll and politics go hand in hand.  No wrath = no rock.  No rock = no fun.  

I don't think I'm being very clear here, but that's the best way I know how to say it.

[Doktor Howl]

I mean, shit, who the hell would listen to a band called "Rage Against the Dull Nobodies"?

[Reginald Ret]

Oh i know exactly what you mean!
No more being sad and unhappy that Geert Wilders keeps gaining ground here, i can finally really go into the resistance!
I will ENJOY the future from now and fuck the consequences.


I FINALLY HAVE REAL ENEMIES AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!



PS that reminds me, i will be moshing to Grievous Bodily Harm this saturday, i will come home with blood on my knuckles even if i have to punch a police station on the way back.

[Requia ☣]

I mean, shit, who the hell would listen to a band called "Rage Against the Dull Nobodies"?

My mother.

I so need out of this house.

[East Coast Hustle]

Dok, I know you've never spent any time in Seattle, but you are EXACTLY what the Murder City Devils had in mind with the lyric "I've got a preacher's mouth and/A rock 'n' roll heart/A rock 'n' roll heart!"

[Don Coyote]

I just shat myself.

[Roaring Biscuit!]

I had a secretly fun time on tuesday night.  There was an "open mic" (but not really) kinda event in town.  I sorta put a mini band together, and ('cause I know the organiser) we got put on last.  Which basically meant that 80 odd people sat through 2 hours of bland acoustic covers of already bland pop songs and then got to hear me scream at them about how they're going to die (did tom waits and modest mouse covers).

There was a prompt evacuation   

I hate this city, and there ain't no way anyone's gonna leave without knowing it.

x

edd,
apathy is death, dontcha know.

[AFK]

This is precisely what I needed to read today

Then hold the fuck up, because I'm not done spewing yet.

ECH was 169% right, and I was utterly wrong.  The fun IS out there,  it's just a different KIND of fun.  Maybe I just feel more wrath and hate with the yahoos running the show, but the last 4 years have been a fucking wet blanket.  The Powers That Be were so fucking pathetic that you couldn't even be angry with them.  But those pigs are gone, swimming over the Potomac, because they know.  They understand, you see, that fatter, meaner pigs are coming.

And these are the times that rock n rollers were made for.  Bad guys you can actually feel good about hating, enemies worthy of our consideration, and a population to be punished.  Oh, yes. 

This, Blight, is precisely why all the best music happens during all the worst times...The only proof of which is required is that Jefferson Airplane existed in the 60s and 70s, and Miley Cyrus exists now.  But that's fixing to change, I'd bet my engineer boots on it.

So what you have to do, Blight, is get up there and make that crowd bounce.  Show 'em what a good time REALLY is, and how much fun you can REALLY have, if only you're serious about it.  And don't YOU forget to enjoy yourself doing it.  The difference between an "okay" performance and a complete fucking rage-out is whether or not the band is having fun.  When they are, it shows, and when they aren't, the crowd will fall asleep.  And if it isn't fun, why bother?

Don't give a shit about what you sound like.  Have fun, and the sound will come.

Lose your fucking mind.  Nothing else will do, in these dark and hilarious days.

Okay Or Kill Me,
Dok

Fucking right!  It's time to dust off the axes and time to bring back the thunder!

[Phox]

I smell a rise in Discordian activism coming... I am so in.