I Don't Want To Leave This Mess

There's A Unique Component Of Music That Is Different From, The Written Pamphlet Or A Speech. There's Something, When You Get The Right Combination Of Rhythm, Melody And The Right Lyrical Couplet, That Feels Like Truth In The Reptilian Brain. There's Something Hardwired In Our D.n.a.. And When You Get A Large Group Of People Singing Together In Solidarity, It's Something That, In My Experience, And I've Played Countless Demonstrations And Protests Through The Years, It's Something That Can Really Help A Struggle.

You Can Kiss My Kiss-loving Ass Because Kiss Was Never A Critic's Band. It Was A People's Band.

I Didn't Abandon My Studies. Because I Was, Through No - Clarify This. Through No Particular Genius Of My Own, I Was The First Person From Libertyville Public High School To Attend Harvard, Not Because I Was Smarter Than Anyone Or Better Than Anyone, But No One Had Ever Applied Before. It Was Like University Of Illinois, A Fine Institution, Was The Sort Of The Upper Echelon Of Places Where Kids Went From That School. And So I Felt Sort Of A Duty To Myself And My Peers To Continue With Those Studies, And To Continue To, Intellectually Arm Myself For My Coming Struggles.

In A World Of Bands Called Limp Bizkit And Hoobastank, Electric Sheep Rolls Off The Tongue Like A Shakespearean Love Sonnet. Leave Me Alone.

Charles Manson Loved The Beatles But Didn’t Understand Them. Governor Chris Christie Loves Bruce Springsteen But Doesn’t Understand Him. And Paul Ryan Is Clueless About His Favorite Band, Rage Against The Machine.