After having read an article by Kristy Loye of the Houston Press entitled 'Rock and Roll Is Dead, and Even Axl & Slash Can't Save It'. I had a discussion with some friends about it.
 

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And the main thought I took away from that discussion is that people who don't know, still think bands and labels should just 'adapt' to the digital age instead of bitching about all the lost money in file sharing. So I wrote a response to that theme. This is it below. I think my response may be longer than Kristy's article, but they echo the same sentiments. sort of. She claims Rock and Roll is dead. I think rock will survive, but we'll never have another Rock Star. But maybe, just maybe, someone out there will hear this over the din of the 'hear me, see me!' clamor of all those unfound bands out there trying to make it, trying to be the next Axl or Slash....
 
 
 
Let's say...
I'm in a band. I have a decent following in my hometown.
We bang around for a while playing covers to get some money as we write originals and test them out at our gigs. We can't play our hometown every week. So we have to go a few miles down the road occasionally for shit money just to be able to gig. We slowly but surely add more originals to our set. our following builds a little more each time we play a hometown gig.
Now we've got enough money to pay a guy we know with a home studio to record us 'properly'. Now we have a CD we can sell at our gigs.
Eventually we're playing to 400-500 heads once a quarter in our hometown. Time to hit the road! We have some t-shirts and CDs to sell at the shows. We're making a couple hundred bucks a show.
We have 2,000 likes on our Facebook page.
We have 5,000 Twitter followers.
We sell our CD on CDBaby.
We sell 100 CDs online. Over 6 months.
We come home. We play to 400-500 people in our hometown.
We dump everything we made on the road (who are we kidding, we lost our ass on the road, the 20 year old van we were in kept breaking down every 600 miles).
We dump everything we have into CD #2.
We play a hometown show to 400-500 people. We go back out on the road for $200 a night.
We sell another 100 CDs on line.
We do this cycle for 5 years.
Why?
Because someone keeps ripping our CDs and putting them online. We keep trying to get them taken off Youtube and off torrent sites, but to no avail.
We don't have enough sales to get on streaming sites, but who cares, they don't really pay anyway. Maybe someone hears us on Spotify and comes to our show in their town? Not likely, because the next free song comes on and they forgot about us.
There is no market to break new music. As the article said, there is no way to 'make' a new rock star.
The digital age, as convenient as it is, is killing music as we knew it.
 
It doesn't make sense for a band the size of Metallica. The largest, most well known 'metal' band in the world to put out albums.
The biggest selling acts of our time, Eagles, Rolling Stones, etc, etc, etc, know that there is no sense releasing new music. Just tour and play the old stuff.
 
And the new bands coming up?
These festival bands that can headline theaters? They can pack a 2,000 cap room. But they will never make it to a shed or an arena. Why? Because you've never heard of them, I've never heard of them, no one has ever heard of them.
 
There are too many outlets and sources for music and information on bands. No one knows where to turn to find new music. When it is all accessible all the time it means that no one can access it because they can't find it in the crush of the 'See Me! Hear Me!' coming from every direction.
 
What kept the music industry afloat (live and recorded) was the casual fan. The die hards were always there, they will always be there. But the casual fan heard a song on the radio, at a friend's house, in a bar, and had to buy the album to hear that song. They had to seek it out and pay for it. They had to pay money for a ticket to a show to see the band play that one song they liked. And they did it. In droves.
 
But now, I can stream that song. I can watch that show on Youtube.
I don't have to pay a dime. And I don't have to seek out new music, because I never hear new music. Because streaming is not the outlet for 'new music'.
Adapting to the new age, the digital age of music means not recording new music. Because nobody is buying it.
 
Sure Adele sold a million copies of her new album the first week. Because she is one of say.... 50 artists that labels put promotional REAL promotional money behind to sell to the masses. That song, regardless of how good it was, was everywhere, was shoved down our throats on TV, on the radio, on social media... everywhere.
 
That is how music used to be pushed. But the money isn't there to push bands, to nurture their talent for 4 or 5 albums till that 1 big one hits and they take off and you make your money back on them. That will never happen again.
 
There will never be a new Rock Star.
There will always be processed pop stars.
But the Rock Star is dead.
As Lemmy and others begin to fade away...
The Rock Star goes with them.
We may be lucky and we may always have rock music, but we will never have a new Rock Star again.
 
 
 
 
 
An Editorial by: Slim Jim Keller
 
 
I am fucking gutted.
 
I can't even put into words right now what a loss this is to the world of music and to me.
I had the privilege and honor to travel to NYC in 2005 and see Lemmy & Mötorhead with COC and Brand New Sin.
I was given access to shoot the show. It was my first Mötorhead show ever.
I always liked Mötorhead's music, but never 'got' the whole 'Lemmy is god!' 'Mötorhead or death' thing.
In fact I never got a lot of their music. It was good, it was ok, but it wasn't on my top list of must have albums.

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That all changed in March of 2005. When I traveled to New York City to see Brand New Sin, Corrosion of Conformity, and Mötorhead. I was writing at the time for away-team.com (R.I.P.) and knew the boys of Brand New Sin pretty well. So a friend of mine and I decided we had to go to NYC and see what was in my mind one of the greeatest touring packages ever on one stage.

When Mötorhead took the stage, Lemmy did his famous introduction, and they launched into their first song... I got 'it'. I did. It all made sense to me then. It wasn't punk with a tinge of metal to it, it wasn't metal with a flare of punk to top it off. It wasn't hard rock, and it wasn't anything else. It was MÖTORHEAD. And it was AWESOME. I had my camera in my hand, I should have been taking pictures. I had the whole set free to shoot which is a remarkable thing. But I was transfixed. I was transported. I was simply blown away. I spent their entire set glued to the floor in front of the PA at B.B. King's Blues Club with 800 people behind me crushing the barricade, and there was nothing else in the world for those 90 minutes.

After the show I got to meet and talk to Lemmy for a bit. He was cool, he was cordial, and he was Lemmy Fucking Kilmister.

We kidnapped Mikkey Dee that night and took him back to the flat we were staying at and partied till sunrise. It was a night I will never forget.
It was a night I met Lemmy. It was a night I saw MÖTORHEAD for the first time. It was the night of stories, the night of ridiculously good live music, and the stuff of legends.

I've feared this day for a while now. Lemmy hasn't been in good health. But, It's Lemmy, he's a fucking god! Lemmy can't die.
Sadly, that is exactly what happened today. From a short bout with some kind of cancer he just found out about 2 days ago!

But I will not mourn, I will celebrate. I will take my ORGASMATRON album, and my NO SLEEP TILL HAMMERSMITH and I will wreck my speakers with them. I will blast Lemmy & Co as loud as possible and rattle some goddamned heads in his honer.

Thank you Lemmy, for your music, for your words, for your conversation.
Thank you sir, for your legacy.


 
 

An Editorial by Slim Jim Keller

Written on December 4th at 4:00AM CST

 

Let me be clear here.


I wish Scott Weiland no ill will. Addiction is a motherfucker. We don't know yet that he died 'of' drugs, but pretty sure he will have died 'because' of drugs. There is a difference. One is an overdose, the other from your body betraying you because you abused it so long with drugs.

 

I wish Scott Weiland no ill will. But he was not a good front man, he was not a good singer, and thanks to drugs he was not a good human being. He was not the 'voice of my childhood'. He was not the 'voice of my adolescence'. He was not the 'voice of my anything'.

 

I wish Scott Weiland no ill will. I do not envy myself having to wade through endless memorials and stories and tributes and recollections, and child hood memories about how he 'spoke to my soul as an angsty youth'. Because I never thought him a good front man, a good vocalist, and he never 'spoke' to me. But I run a music website. I take pictures of bands and artists, I interview bands and artists, I review live shows and albums of bands and artists, and I provide a news outlet. I provide an editorial outlet. And I am compelled to report on the story whether I really want to or not. How and why are within my control. This isn't TMZ. The headlines and articles will not be salacious in nature. But I will continue to post stories and articles about the life and death of Scott Weiland, though I I wish him no ill will, as I see fit.

 

I wish Scott Weiland no ill will. The threshold of my empathy for seeing post after post after post of the 'loss' of Scott Weiland has already been exceeded. Where were you when he canceled a show the night before his death because only 100 out of 1,700 tickets had been sold? Where were when his new band The Wildabouts released their album? You were sitting at home. You might have been listening to Core, or Purple, but its doubtful. Most likely you hadn't listened to, heard, or thought about Scott Weiland in years. And now, you mourn, so the story can be about you.

 

I wish Scott Weiland no ill will. But I don't care what you think of him now. How you will miss his voice and his charisma. I saw him perform in May and it was one of the worst shows I've seen in ages. His voice was shot, there was no energy on stage whatsoever and his 'charisma' was completely non existent to me.

 

I wish Scott Weiland no ill will. I have empathy for the man behind the addiction. And I feel for his family and friends and what his addiction has put them through. 

 

I wish Scott Weiland no ill will. But I'm over the story already.

 

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AN EDITORIAL:

This writing is mine and mine alone. As the Editor of a music based website I've tried to stay away from sensational headlines and clickbait. And the thoughts that follow are my feelings 24 hours after the deadliest attack at a music venue ever to my knowledge
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The Paris terrorist attacks have become very personal to me. Yes there have been other attacks recently, maybe there have been more deaths, more destruction, less press, whatever.


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But it isn't because Paris is 'white' it is because in Baghdad or Beirut sadly, inevitably this kind of thing is common place, expected because it happens so much. That doesn't make it less important than what happened in Paris, but because it happens so frequently, so relentlessly, it does not work in the terrorist's favor because we are not fearful when we hear of another massive suicide bombing in a place that at least appears to us to have them all the time.


But you take a place like Europe who has their share of bombings and terrorist attacks over the years and you have something on a much larger scale than what happened in Baghdad and the terrorists get exactly what they were after. FEAR. Paris shuts down. Curfews are called. Around the world people are fearful. And that is when the terrorists have succeeded.


But the attacks in Paris touch me in a way that not many others have. Because the terrorists attacked a music venue. The terrorists killed a music journalist. The terrorists killed the merch guy.


The terrorists killed approximately 119 other people in the venue. The journalist and merch dude weren't more important than the other 119 people who died for no reason. But having been a merch bitch on tour, having been some form of a music journalist for several years, this is different for me.


When I first heard of the attacks and that one of them was at an Eagles Of Death Metal show, I told myself I wouldn't cover it for trashy headlines, for quick clicks to my site. In fact I waited several hours to post anything because I didn't have anything to say that wasn't already being said, and unlike some music websites out there, I refuse to post anything just to increase my traffic in a situation like this.


Then the news came in that the band was safe, but they were unsure of all of their crew. And that was when it hit me. The news and other outlets may share the sensational side of this, but as a music site, and as someone who has been in the music industry in some facet or another for many years, it was the crew, the bands, the fans that I had to talk about.


Because when you go to a sporting event (like the soccer game that they attempted to bomb) you have your eyes peeled for something, anything out of the ordinary, an unruly drunk fan, etc. But when you go to a concert, you're going to go get lost in the moment, to share the magic that is live music. To experience something incredible. And through the lights, and the sounds, and the fog and haze, you aren't keeping an eye out for danger. For there is no danger in the sanctuary that is a music venue.


At least not until December 8th, 2004. The night that some mentally ill person shattered our collective relative safety and climbed on stage and killed 'Dimebag' Darrell Abbott and three other people.


Then all of a sudden the sanctuary wasn't safe anymore.


But time heals all wounds, and soon people returned to the sanctuary and left their shit, their worries, their stress, their hardships at the door and once again was able to release and plunge headlong into the magic that is a live gig.


Today that sanctuary has been violated again. Today we are hurt, we are confused, and we are lost. The live show, the gig, the event, the magic has been sullied.
And just like after the Station Fire, just like after the death of Dimebag, the Colectiv Fire in Romania we are left with the aftermath, the questions, and the senseless loss of brothers in arms, fans, crew, and family.
So how do we heal?
How do we recover?
How do we reclaim what is ours?
By going to the gigs.
By supporting the artists and venues.
By being vigilant while at the same time getting lost in the magic of the music.
Music heals. Music is magic. Music transcends.
Let us reclaim what is ours.
Let us not be afraid to enter the sanctuary.
Let us continue to haul down the road.
Let us continue to 'Get In The Van.'
Let us continue to do the load ins.
Let us continue to be guitar techs, carpenters, lighting techs, sound engineers, tour managers, production managers, merch bitches, drivers, caterers, promoters, drum techs, riggers, pushers, strickers, and spot ops.


But most importantly let's continue to make the gig. Experience the magic and love the music.

 

Let's let the music do the talking.

 

 

UPDATED: Paris hospitals are treating 300 victims from the Paris attacks, according to new figures: 80 people remain in a state of "absolute emergency", 177 are in state of "relative emergency", 43 are witnesses and relatives, and 53 people have been discharged. The death toll stands at 127 so far. The majority of those deaths occurred at an Eagles Of Death Metal show at the Bataclan last night.

The band was able to make it out the back to safety and most of the crew has been accounted for. But it has been reported that Nick Alexander was selling merch for the show in the venue last night and did not make it out alive.

 

UPDATED: According to NBC News San Diego, One crew member of the Eagles Of Death Metal was killed and another was injured.

 

UPDATED: A correction, the Deftones were scheduled to perform 3 nights in a row starting tomorrow night and were only there watching the show tonight and left 15 minutes before the attack began.

 

 

Several terrorist attacks have taken place throughout Paris tonight, with one of the targets being the Bataclan music venue where the Eagles of Death Metal were playing a sold out show in front of 1,500 people at the time of the terrorist invasion. Eagles of Death Metal reportedly heard gunfire and stopped playing immediately, running backstage and exiting the venue after seeing the gunmen.


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According to CNN, a number of people were slain and held hostage at the Bataclan theater. Police eventually stormed the venue, and CNN is now reporting that at least 153 people have been killed overall in Paris, with at least 112 of the deceased at the Paris concert hall alone. A soccer stadium and a Cambodian restaurant are also among the other locations that were targeted in the attacks. Four gunmen inside the Bataclan have been killed.

 

The Eagles Of Death Metal posted a message on their official Facebook page saying, 'We are still currently trying to determine the safety and whereabouts of all our band and crew. Our thoughts are with all of the people involved in this tragic situation.'

 

The drummer Julian Dorio's wife Emily reports that the band is safe and the Deftones band is safe as well. There seems to be some confusion as to whether the crew for the Eagles Of Death Metal were all accounted for.

 

The Deftones who were also on the bill reported on their official Facebook page that the entire band and crew were safe and sound.

 

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EDITORS NOTE

After watching news channels, reading news websites, reading Fb posts and comments on the Eagles Of Death Metals' page I came to our page to say something.
To report differently, to make it personal, to explain how fucked up it is.
But I can't. We can't make sense of this. I am not going to attack religion here, I am not going to attack a race.
I can only give my condolences to the families, loved ones, and friends of those murdered, hurt, or missing.
And I can only hope that somehow, someway.... some day, the music that brough those 1,500 people together tonight, can help those left behind in this tragic senseless atrocity.

 

 we stand with paris

 

 

david letterman

An Editorial by: Slim Jim Keller

 


You may be asking yourself why there is an article on a music site regarding a retiring talk show host. Well, because it's my site, so fuck you.

I grew up watching David Letterman. I can remember being 12-13 years old and on a Friday night staying up so late that this show... Late Night would come on. And this goofy looking guy looking all uncomfortable behind the desk would interview people. I didn't get it, most of it went over my head for a few years, but I kept watching whenever I could. There was something that drew me in despite not 'getting it'. And then there was the music.

Say what you will about David's style, about his interviewing technique, about his 'humor', but one thing you can't deny. He's had some amazing performances on his shows over the years.

As tonight is/was his last show, and there are lists upon lists, upon lists about his best Top 10 lists, best guests, best goofs, and yes, best music performances... I feel compelled to offer mine. The following clips all hold a special place in my heart, due to the perfomance itself, the timing, the situation surrounding it, or the time and place I was at when it happened.

There are too many bands, too many songs, too many performances to list them all. But here are the ones that come to mind for me (I'm sure as soon as I post this I'll think of 5 more that I forgot and should have added) in no particular order.

 

Tori Amos - Time

This was Dave's first show back after 9/11 or one of the first shows back. Tori was supposed to have been on during the 'down' time but since there were no shows, she graciously came and performed. And killed it.

 

 

The Heavy - How You Like Me Now?

A ridiculous performance for late night. Just balls out energy that night from a band that nobody really knew at the time. The Heavy simply destorys and Dave even asks for an encore ON THE SPOT, Which I can't remember ever seeing before or since.

 

 

Beasite Boys - Che-Check It Out

There were street performances, there were marquee performances, there were unusual performances thorughout the history of Dave's shows... But the Beastie Boys start their perfomance in the NY Subway.... because where else would the Bestie Boys perform?

 

 

Bruce Springsteen - Glory Days

When Dave left NBC for CBS I thought that was the end of an era. I remember being in the Navy, we would watch the Late Night religiously, and for some reason once Dave moved to CBS it just seemed to be the first death knell for the show to me. It lost something moving up that hour. He knew he wasn't getting the Tonight Show, and the loss seemed to have taken something out of him. Plus altering the show to accept a wider audience seemed to weaken the product.
But the last show at NBC had The Boss performing Glory Days, and Bruce and Co tore up the stage, and his guitar. I've never been a big Bruce fan, but this performance made me want to see him live for the very first time. It was the first live performance by him that I had ever seen and it was like my eyes were opened to what his music was really all about.

 

 

Stevie Nicks, Lindsey Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood - Landslide
It's Stevie Nicks. There has to be a Stevie Nicks performance on here. Hell I could have filled the whole list with Stevie performances. Blue Demin, Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You?, You Can't Fix This, and on and on and on...
But Stevie and Lindsey performing Landslide together again after so many years apart....magical.

Skip to 1:50 on the clip to start watching it. I couldn't find a better clip online for some reason.

 

 

Our parents had Johny Carson, We were fortunate to have David Letterman, and nobody deserved Jay Leno.
Goodbye Dave, thank you for all the years, all the memories, all the laughs, and all the music.

 

 

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An Editorial by: Slim Jim Keller

 

Today marks the 5th Anniversary of the passing of Ronnie James Dio.

Arguably one of the greatest voices in Hard Rock/Heavy Metal of all time. Also one of the nicest people on the face of the planet.

 

My first exposure to Dio was on a cassette of Black Sabbath's Heaven and Hell in 1983.Neon Knights open my eyes and my ears to the world of Black Sabbath. I hadn't heard them prior to Heaven and Hell so I had no idea who Ozzy was, I had no idea who Black Sabbath was without Dio in it. I had gone from Merle Haggard country to Metallica Kill Em All and was now working my way backwards through Metal. The rest of that first listen to the cassette was a blur. I just remember sitting on the floor of my living room staring at a wall, awash in the beautiful mystical lyrics of Ronnie James Dio and enthralled by his vocals.

 

A year later someone gave me a new cassette of RJD's. It was called Holy Diver and it was perfection. It was all Ronnie, it was everything he couldn't be in Rainbow or in Black Sabbath, it was the mysticism, the dungeons, the dragons, the truly epic RJD imagry. And I was one of the few RJD flag flyers in my town. 'Oh, you've heard of so and so, well check out Dio's new stuff.' 'Who?' 'C'mon man, you telling me you don't KNOW RONNIE JAMES DIO?' 'Who?' 'Dude, the only dude who could replace Ozzy and do BETTER dude!' 'Lemme check him out dude.' RIght on dude!'    (This WAS 1984 after all).

 

Last in Line followed up where Holy Diver left off, only... more Dio. Like part of Diver was written with Sabbath in mind, but Last in Line was ALL Dio. Sacred Heart rounds out the first three solo releases, and it gave us Hungry for Heaven which could be found on one of my all time favorite movies... Vision Quest.

 

Dio put out 10 more studio albums after that and then rejoined Sabbath's Iommi and Butler and called themselves Heaven and Hell (because Sharon Osbourne is an evil bitch), when he was then diagnosed with stomach cancer. He passed away May 16th, 2010.

 

Dio's vocals found a place inside you that would allow you to be transported to a fanciful world of demons, dungeons, knights, dragons, witches, and goblins. It never felt put upon or over the top like some 'folk metal' types out there. It had something to do with the quality of his voice. The tember that just lulled you into a safe place where you could explore other realms with him.

 

There will never be another lyricist like Ronnie James Dio. There will never be another voice like Ronnie James Dio. There will never another frontman like Ronnie James Dio. There will never be another person like Ronnie James Dio. There will never be another Ronnie James Dio.

 

 

 

 

 

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An Editorial by: Slim Jim Keller

From CNN.com:

Riley B. King, the legendary guitarist known as B.B. King, whose velvety voice and staccato-picking style brought blues from the margins to the mainstream, died Thursday night.

He was 89.

His daughter, Patty King, said he died in Las Vegas, where he announced two weeks ago that he was in home hospice care after suffering from dehydration.

King was born on September 16, 1925, on a cotton plantation between Indianola and what is now Itta Bena, Mississippi. He sang with church choirs as a child and learned basic guitar chords from his uncle, a preacher. In his youth, he played on street corners for dimes, saying he earned more in one night singing on the corner than he did in one week working in the cotton field.

He enlisted in the Army during World War II but was released because he drove a tractor, an essential homefront occupation.

In 1947, he hitchhiked to Memphis, Tennessee, home to a thriving music scene that supported aspiring black performers. He stayed with his cousin Bukka White, one of the most celebrated blues performers of his time, who schooled King further in the art of the blues.

King took the Beale Street Blues Boy, or BB for short, as a disc jockey for radio station WDIA/AM Memphis.

He got his first big break in 1948 by performing on Sonny Boy Williamson's radio program out of West Memphis, leading to steady engagements at the Sixteenth Avenue Grill in West Memphis, and a 10-minute spot on WDIA.

As "King's Spot" grew in popularity on WDIA, King shortened "Beale Street Blues Boy" to "Blues Boy King," and eventually B.B. King.

His ascent continued in 1949 with his first recordings, "Miss Martha King/Take a Swing with Me" and "How Do You Feel When Your Baby Packs Up and Goes/I've Got the Blues." His first hit record "Three O'clock Blues" was released in 1951 and stayed on the top of the charts for four months.

It was during this era that King first named his beloved guitar Lucille. In the mid-1950s, King was performing at a dance in Twist, Arkansas, when a few fans became unruly and started a fire. King ran out, forgetting his guitar, and risked his life to go back and get it. He later found out that two men fighting over a woman named Lucille knocked over a kerosene heater that started the fire. He named the guitar Lucille, "to remind myself never to do anything that foolish."

King has used various models of Gibson guitars over the years and named them each Lucille. In the 1980s, Gibson officially dropped the model number ES-355 on the guitar King used and it became a custom-made signature model named Lucille, manufactured exclusively for the "King of the Blues."

In 1970, he won his first Grammy, for Best R&B Vocal Performance Male for his trademark song, "The Thrill is Gone." That same year, he debuted an all-blues show at Carnegie Hall and appeared on "The Ed Sullivan Show."

Over the years, he racked up 30 Grammy nominations and 15 wins, including two in 2000: one along with Eric Clapton for Best Traditional Blues Album for "Riding with the King," and another with Dr. John for Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals for "Is You Is, or Is You Ain't (My Baby)."

His last was in February 2009 for Best Traditional Blues Album for "One Kind Favor" (2008).

 

EDITOR'S NOTE:

As a young boy, I was always drawn to music. My mother tells the story of my first 'babysitter' which was the radio and a pair of headphones when I was still a baby. So it is no wonder that music has always been a huge part of my life.

The first time I heard The Thrill is Gone is the first time I remember wanting to play the guitar. The tone of B.B.'s guitar, the musicianship... the emotion that he wrong out of Lucille was a huge turning point for me. It was then and there that I wanted, needed, HAD to have a guitar.

It was several years later that I realized that no matter how much I played, how much I practiced, I could never make my guitar sing and wail like B.B. King. And it was then that I put down the guitar.

I will always thank B.B. King for giving me that gift though, and the inspiration to pick up the guitar in the first place. There will never be another like him.

Thank you good sir, for your magic, your inspiration, your music, your musicianship, your passion, and your legacy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ted nugent

Ted Nugent, Gene Simmons, and Dave Mustaine are all racing to become the biggest asshole in Hard Rock/Heavy Metal. But today... Thanks to his post on his official Facebook page, TED NUGENT has become and forever will remain the biggest irresponsible and dangerous douche bag in music.
They've all said some pretty serious shitty things over the past few years, always one upping each other whether they meant to or not. But TED NUGENT had finally taken the cake with this one.

Here is his post from his official Facebook Page:
9-11-14 is the day of infamy again. Unarmed & helpless Americans and Europeans will be viciously ambushed when they least expect it, and the death toll will be more brutal and widespread than all the peace & love dreamers could ever imagine. Those who carry guns had better gun & ammo up no matter where you go, carrying at least 10 spare mags or 10 spare speedloaders because the allahpukes are confident they will once again methodically slaughter walking cowering whining cryin helpless sitting ducks capable of zero resistance. To gullible naive embarrassing ill prepared targets, there is still time to firepower up ASAP. Head for cover but retain an attentiveness in order to identify the evildoers and dbl tap center mass, then two to the head. Then take cover and prepare your next evasive escape, taking dwn known jihadists to the best of your ability, Aim small miss small center mass & headshots, This is going to be the real deal & absolutely survivable against these 4th world allahpuke zombies. STAND! Go heavy, Only assholes are outgunned, Dont be outgunned or out ammo'd. Goodluck. Be safe, Shoot straight & OFTEN, Godspeed, killemall

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EDITOR:
'Uncle Ted' has lost his fucking mind for real this time.

Tell me Ted, What is the family in Texas who is 'gunned up 12 deep' going to do about a bomb planted in Washington Square?
What is the Vietnam Vet who has all the fully loaded full metal jacket magazines money can buy going to do about the car bomb driven into LAX?
What good is your 'warning/prediction' going to do other than stir up a bunch of already wound too tight and think too little xenophobes?
Let's hope that your warning doesn't spark someone to walk into a mosque and 'identify the evil doing allahpukes... and dbl tap center mass, and two to the head'.
Your diatribe is ignorant, hatefilled, and dangerous.
Good luck to you, be safe, and pray that your words don't get innocent people killed because you told them to 'shoot straight & OFTEN.' and to 'killemall'.
Asshole.