Saved My Soul with Rock N' Roll

We down here have had a long history with Rock and including Roll.  Rebellion with a healthy dose of hedonism are the rip currents that have swept many a soul through our gates, and many before their times.  As a mode of self expression, it isn't much use to us.  When the music is used as a tool by introspective people, the result can actually unite and comfort suffering souls by sharing common experiences.  Bleh!

It's the selfish, narcissistic,  hate filled, intemperate, lotus-eaters that bring in the business for us. They are the ones that tap into the youth's frustration of being under their parents and influence listeners to challenge the values handed down to them.  Either way, Rock is supposed to have an edge to it.  The music deals with raw emotions that can arise from unsatisfactory government policies (e.g. Vietnam) to basic out and out randiness (e.g. anything by Prince).

The inability to distinguish between the two is undoubtedly which gave rise to the angst-lite version the favorite video game Guitar Hero.  Now you too can rock "not too very hard" to  the music of Petra and the Newsboys (story here).  What no Carmen? We're still chuckling over "Devil, Bite the Dust."  Well, not when actually in the presence of Our Father Below.  Not that he could actually hear us with how he constantly blasts his Celene Dion records at all hours.

This IS Hell, after all.

Brackish