god save me from black-haired moptop assholes with too-tight t-shirts, bad, overpriced sleeves, pretty boy faces, glass jaws, and records but no turntables. save me from swedish bands that love the velvet underground, but hate the rolling stones. ugly aryan fucks in matching suits with overproduced videos and too much attitude. the vines are NOT the best new band since nirvana. no matter how many times THEY repeat it. fuck pop, and stop talking to me about goddamn rock n' roll, everyone. yeah, yeah, rock n' roll it's great and guess what? there's more to it than the vines, the hives, the strokes and whatever the hell emo-come-punk band is popular with the kids this week. god save me from being afraid of these people the way an old man fears everything in the mall. god save me from being forced to hide in my room with the MC5 record on the turntable or the Tom Waits record or ever the fucking Who record. i hide in there in smoke cigarettes and listen to my records and drink bourbon. I got myself this nice half-gallon of Knob Creek, nine year old one-hundred proof bourbon... hmmm... but i digress... shit. i need to get laid more often. amen.