Certainly, There Are Huge, Multiplatinum Bands Whose

Death Metal Uses A Lot Of White Face Paint And Black Hair Dye To Make Its Point. I Quite Enjoy This Genre For Its Intensity, Extremism And Underlying Irony: You Have To Be Alive To Play It And Listen To It.

For Me, Memphis Has Always Been A City That Holds A Great Deal Of Meaning And Also Leads Me To A Lot Of Thinking. Besides Sun Studio, Which Helped Put Rock N' Roll On The Map All Over The World, The Legendary Stax Studio Also Called Memphis Home.

Every Year, August Lashes Out In Volcanic Fury, Rising With The Din Of Morning Traffic, Its Great Metallic Wings Smashing Against The Ground, Heating The Air With Ever-increasing Intensity.

There's Nothing Funny About, 'yeah, I Took A First Class Plane Ticket And I Went To Some Designer Beach And Made Out With A Laotian Slave Girl.' Who Cares?

One Person's Roar Is Another's Whine, Just As One Person's Music Is Another's Unendurable Noise.