ROCKTOBER!
TODAY is Rocktober 1st! w00t w00t!
I would just like to take a quick moment here to wish everyone a very happy
Rocktober.
Yes, kids, it is that time of year again-- the time of year when the leaves turn hues of yellow and brown, when Mother Earth blesses us with her sweet harvest and children of all ages from around the world don KISS face-paint while moms, dads, same sex life partners, babby daddies and stoner cousins teach them HOW TO ROCK!!!!!
Rocktober has no figureheads. Nary a Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Turkey Made from A Tracing Of Your Hand, St. Patrick or Great Pumpkin to be found. Why is this? Because Rocktober comes from you. It is about you not being a square from Delaware, wearing clean underwear, and throwing your hands in the
air as if you had not a care in the world. It is about being caught up in a mosh. It is about passing the dutchie--on the left hand or right hand side, it doesn't really matter. (Randy is a hippie. haha--LB) It's about getting the band back together for just one more show. It's about practicing your scratching technique for hours on end and then making it look simple during a show.
Roctober is about Mandatory Metallica Monday, Two For Tuesday, No-Repeat Wedneday, All Request Thursday and The Friday Top Five At Five. It is the All 80's Request Lunch Hour, the All Old School Weekend and the Top 1000 Oldies Memorial Day Weekend Countdown. Rocktober is about watching "This Is Spinal Tap" for the millionth time and still laughing. It is about latching on to a band early in their career and then complaining about the new fans who come along once they sell out to The Man.
Speaking of The Man-- Rocktober is about sticking it to The Man while sucking up to his corporate teats.
Keep on rockin' in the free world.
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane.
We will rock you.
Rock n' Roll is alive (and it lives in Minneapolis)
You can't stop the rock.
--(courtesy of Randy Reiss, the Great Pumpkin of Rocktober)
Personal from LB: When it all gets to be too much, remember: God gave rock and roll to you. If he'd wanted to you be an accountant or a professional sob-sister, you'd be one. Horns up. Horns up 4 Life.
