Fire Worshipping

As you all know, I am willing to answer any and all requests. With respect to the following, I've been shocked and alarmed (and really quite horrified) that not a single blog reader has requested this topic. But finally the ice has been broken, so I'll speak to the issue.

Request: barney97876 (9:52:08 AM): michael, the people have come to me asking for a new blog from you, preferably on growing anti-semitism in france, it's the holidays, for god's sake, appease the masses

Not a problem. I'm an expert in this matter. The truth is that In no other country in Western Europe have physical and verbal attacks against Jews and Jewish community life been more intense and sustained than in France. A recently published book by the Union of Jewish Students of France and the human rights group, SOS Racism, placed the number of anti-Semitic incidents in the country between September 1, 2000, and January 31, 2002, at 405, which they describe as the greatest surge of anti-Semitism in France since World War II. These are part of what one French Jewish leader has described as the "daily acts of anti-Semitism" taking place in France today. This violence has been directed against individual Jews and Jewish institutions. One of the more sinister forms has been the torching of synagogues, making Jewish houses of worship fair game for the practitioners of the "new anti-Semitism."

Of course, we here at Dominion of Cool fully support anti-semitism in any form. We also support anti-Christianism, anti-Muslimism, anti-Buddhism, anti-Voodooism, anti-Hinduism, anti-Mysticism, anti-Primitivism, anti-Nihilism, and so on and so forth. That is because we here at Dominion of Cool (who have dabbled with the Tibetin Book of the Dead, as well as ancient Greek and Roman rituals and beliefs) have finally discovered and enjoined ourselves to the ancient Zarathushtra religion. For those of you who aint in the know, the Advent of Zarathushtra was Cosmic Manifestation of the Divine Plan for the new cycle of evolution of mankind. Zarathushtra was the first world teacher who gave ethical conception to religion. The Illustrious Master of Wisdom Zarathushtra, solves the problem of evil and declares that evil is not an entity or a being, rather it is only the twin mentality and relativity in the human mind, Vohu Manah the positive, constructive Good Mind and Ako-Mano the negative, distractive Evil Mind. If you're still confused, just remember that there is no Cosmic dualism in the original fundamental Pure Monotheistic teachings of Zarathushtra.

But honestly, all of that shit is perfeclty well and good in its own special little way, but the truth of why we here at Dominion of Cool have taken up the Zarathustra faith is because it believes firmly in fire worship. We just think that's a good idea. More people should worship fire. Am I right? I guess we should just let it speak for itself - "Through this fire man can realize God and experience bliss.  Breath is fire and fire is life.  Thus, fire worship is reverence for all life everywhere."

Well, that was fun. But enough of this blasphemy.

As expected, I received almost nothing this Christmas aside from books and movies. But they were cool books and movies, so I'm not completely nerdy. Just somewhat nerdy.

And I did get the Godfather DVD Box Set, which is - well - its just fucking great.

"If anything in this life is certain ... if history has taught us anything ... its that you can kill anyone." - Michael Corleon, GF II

AllofMP3.com update: I have now downloaded nearly 300 songs for less than $25. All CD quality versions. To put that in perspective, if one were to download the same quantity of songs through ITunes Music Store, one would have spent nearly $300. I continue to stand gaping in awe that more people have not made use of this yet. But suit yourselves.

A brief recent history of Colin Farrell's brilliant filmography...
1. The Recruit - the film in which I first became aware of this pussy. Embarrassed, humiliated, out-acted in every respect by an astronomically superior Pacino.
2. Dare Devil - stick your mug in a film with Ben Affleck these days, and you're just admitting that you don't know how to pick a script.
3. Phone Booth - to speak further to that last point, witness this additional disaster of a movie. (Warning - heavy sarcasm ensuing) What a brilliant idea! Shoot an entire movie in a phone booth! Its different, so it must be artistic! And in no way is it mind-boggilingly, thoughtlessly, numbingly, and painfully stupid!
4. Alexander - Put yourself in a movie directeed by Oliver Stone these days and you're begging for trouble. Not to mention a movie that stars you (a fruitcake) as the greatest military commander in history. And even better, lets have an Irish guy play the role of the world's most famous Greek (with due respect being allowed for Achilles and Homer). And even better yet - lets not pay any attention to historical evidence or any of that boring old shit, and lets just make the movie any which way we want, and depict Alexander any which way we want. Then we'll just stand around and bitch when critics and moviegoers alike dismiss the movie as a hump of rotting sewage.

Well, if it isn't obvious enough already - I FUCKING HATE COLIN FARRELL. I think he perfectly embodies everything that is wrong with the current entertainment industry. (Ooooh, but he's a fucking badass because he drinks beer). What he is, quite simply, is a shame to Irish people everywhere, and someone should smash in his face with a bottle of Jameson.


"This aint the army where you shoot 'em a mile away. You gotta get up right in their face and BADABING! you blow their brains all over your nice ivy league sweater!" - Sonny Corleone, GF I


All joking aside, Nihilism is certainly worth considering. However, it fails ultimately due to its tendency for radicalism and destruction (AKA - "We believe in nothing, Lebowski! Nothing!"). But perhaps Existentialism, then. Perhaps. Basically, its a legitimate concept, the idea that everything is meaningless - or more crudely - everything is a lot of bullshit. Call it cynicism or whatever floats your toy boat, but I'm not impressed by all the Universe's bullshit. I think its all a lotta crap. Things come and go. That's the gist of it.

I NEEEEEEEEEEED SOME FUUUUUUUUCKING HOCKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My best friend is a Blue Adidas sweatshirt, and my worst enemy is an open bar tab.


Thats it for today. Please leave a comment, chums. I solicit them because they make writing these damn things worthwhile. Don't let me down.


A Presto


Mike

Wicked Doctrine

Some sports:

Despite the Bills going 8-2 in the last ten games, despite having a good shot at the playoffs, despite Bledsoe's own resurgance and pace for 3,000 yards and 22 TDs, and despite the overall magic of the last half of the Bills season - Jerry Sullivan (my arch nemesis in the world of sports journalism) has seen fit to unleash his hateful bullshit regardless. See Tuesday's paper, in which Sullivan inexplicably attacks Bledsoe as being largely inaffective and a poor leader for this offense. Jerry, did your parents tickle your taint with a fishing pole when you were little or something? Why are you so pissed all the time?

New England suffers its second loss of the season ... on national television ... to MIAMI!!! To 2-11 Miami!!! And the best part is - it was mostly Brady's fault! I haven't known this kind of joy since the May-Day goal.

Bucky Gleason (my friend in the world of sports journalism) published an article a couple of days ago, some of which was good, and some of which was not so good. There was one paragraph, however, that arrested my attention: "Understand, Bettman isn't one of my favorite people. In fact, I think he's the worst commissioner in professional sports. He's a smug, arrogant egomaniac who has caused more problems than he's solved." Well said, Gleason. Well said indeed. I usually choose to use more graphic and unbecoming language - language, in fact, that would get me sent to hell if it were ever uttered in another human ear - when describing the NHL's maniacal retard of a commissioner, but your words couldn't be more true. So I say again, sir: Well said.

End sports

An idea recently occured to me. Wouldn't it be interesting if a television station devoted a good chunk of time to showing all the various filmic and animated versions of Charles Dicken's "A Christmas Carol." There's the original black and white from the fifties. There's the Disney one with Scrooge McDuck. There's the Muppet one. There's the one with Patrick Stewart (aka Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise). There's the Western one with the guy who played Curley's brother in "The Legend of Curley's Gold" or whatever. There's the new one with Kelsey Grammer. And there's all kinds of sitcom versions, and obscure film versions, and so on and so forth. Now - wouldnt that be interesting? Probably no. Probably it would just be boring and monotonous. But then again maybe not. After all, 24 hours of "A Christmas Story" every year has yet to get boring or monotonous. I still watch it religously and laugh genuinely. (He created a small breach of etiquette by skipping over the double dog dare and going right to the triple dare!!)

My Christmas list (requested by the Old Lady) consists almost exclusively of books and DVDs this year. I find that with time I grow increasingly nerdy - returning, as it were, to the days when Mommy used to send me off the Iroquios Dr. bus-stop with my neatly parted hair and my khakis and sweater vest. Oh sure, for a brief period of time I may have escaped and become a hard-drinking, whiskey-guzzling, hard-hitting, broad-banging, smoker of a mother fucker - but that seems to be drawing rapidly to a close. Fortunately, being a natural embodiment of "cool" and a symbol of hip culture, it seems likely that being nerdy will soon become the cool thing to do.

Darkness. The world has fallen into eternal night in the absence of NHL hockey. I do not think I can bear it much longer.

I will drop the four pounds I've gained, chums!! Mark my words. I've been running almost everyday for six days now. The traditional Sherry-family gut will not conquer this blogger!!!

Tonight we in the Sherry domicial continued our annual cookie frosting tradition. The other tradition that was continued was my creation of wicked gingerbread men cutouts - complete with evil eyes and frowny faces. I also made a scared gingerbread man cutout, who looks convincingly terrified. I am interested to see which relative will feel comfortable eating him.

Will someone please leave a message!! For the love of Christ.


A Presto


Mike

Reflexes Got the Better of Me

You might call me a doom sayer of sorts. Or you might just call me a chap whose finally accepted the grim reality of American cultural demise. Either way, as our increasingly eight-minute-attention spans begin to define our art through MTV, our sense of protest through adopting the views already held by a majority of the population and labelling ourselves "freethinkers" and "progressives," and our sense of humor reduced to the obnoxious fart-jokes and sex-references of modern day SNL and MadTV, I've found myself endlessly challenged to endure in the conviction that this is all JUST A PHASE! Surely it will pass!

Unfortunately, no. It will not. The final fraction of my subconscious that still clung desperately to this sinking vessel was finally forced to accept that the Titanic that is our culture has been damaged beyond repair, and it will fracture, split in half, and sink two and a half miles to a dark, cold, sandy death where tiny wood-chewing parasites will feed off it until nothing remains. Why, you ask? Simple - have you seen today's Life&Arts section of the Buffalo news? Allow me to quote the headline for you:

"IT TAKES A MAN TO WEAR A PURSE"

Yes. Its true. Men are wearing purses! And not just little convenient carrying cases they picked up down the street at K-Mart (as if that wouldn't be bad enough). No - we're talking designer purses! Big name brands are manufacturing, and selling with much success these Man Purses (or Murses, as the article so cleverly labled them). The justification is this: It takes a strong man to wear a purse knowing he's gonna raise a lot of eyebrows. Strong? Brave? No. I suggest the word here is FAGGOT! Is this what America has been reduced to? If our forefathers could have seen this, would they have been so quick to fight a revolution and found their own nation? No, I think they would have torn their manly wigs from their heads and stomped upon them with rage in their masculine leather boots, and they would have torn their rugged flowery, elaborate blouses with disgust.



Well, friends, here's something that might interest you. The year is rapidly drawing to a close, and as we look back we can see all the soaring highs and abysmal, shameful lows that have made 2004 another dull, pointless year in American history. With this in mind, I have assembled the following list of nominations for "Person of the Year" and "Dipshit of the Year" and I eagerly solicit your votes in either category.


Person of the Year:

1. Arnold Schwarzenegger - nominated for his courageous and successful fight against that age-old discrimination (you know, the one that says 60-yr-old, Austrian body-builders turned action-movie stars who have made such filmic masterpeices as Twins, Jingle All The Way, and Hercules Goes to New York can never get elected governer of California). I believe it was Cicero who said that poets are the unelected voices of a society (it may not have been Cicero, but it was someone!) - but he was wrong. I've said it for years, and Arnold has finally proved it. Its "60-yr-old, Austrian body-builders turned action-movie stars who have made such filmic masterpeices as Twins, Jingle All The Way, and Hercules Goes to New York" who are the unelelcted voices!

2. Suge Knight - nominated for having yet another fine year as CEO of the immensly successful and still culturally relevant commercial giant "Death Row Records" (now renamed "Tha Row"). Its gratifying to see him prove time and again that the label can still achieve so much minus Dr. Dre, Tupac, and Snoop. In fact - who needs those guys? What, with "Tha Row" now featuring the likes of such monster acts as Danny Boy, Crooked I, Virginya Slim, and Gail Gotti. Oh, and let's now forget an album soon to be released by the late Lisa "left-eye" Lopes under the name "N.I.N.A." The best is yet to come for this remarkably successful label (which is definitely not in its final, drawn out, desperate death-throws) and dreams will continue to come true for its artists. And as "Tha Row" website itself says - "The man that turned those dreams into reality was himself a living example of keeping hope alive under abject circumstances."

3. Elvis Presley - another strong showing from the King, who remains the highest selling dead guy every year. From albums, to merchandise and collectibles, to posters, to books, to tourism, and also to his movies (inexplicably as that might seem), no celebrity ever to kick the bucket has ever managed to dethrown The Pelvis from his position atop the highly glorified and glamorous world of "Buying Dead People Shit."


And now for the slightly more interesting list of nominations ...


Dipshit of the Year:

1. Colin Farrell - it is truly depressing to see how far our culture continues to sag. Long past are the days of rugged, masculine, truly screen-commanding leading men with a fuck of a presence in each scene. Gone are the days of Humphrey Bogart, John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, Marlon Brando, Robert DeNiro, and Al Pacino. Here we find the era of the effeminate, girly-voiced, soft-mouthed, and puppy-eyed pussies of the contemporary screen. Chief among them - our "Irish Bad Boy" Colin, who E! deems to be outlandishly rebellious on account of the fact that he drinks beer and smokes cigarettes ... and oh my god, he swears! Yet somehow, this un-Greek flamer is somehow given the nod to play the greatest military commander in the history of human civilization - and play him, nonetheless, as a half-womanish mama's boy. Not that there's any historical evidence to substantiate any of that, but hey - its directed by Oliver Stone and he's a fucking genius, or so we're led to believe. He did direct Platoon! Wow, what a resume! Anyway, it would truly be a pleasure to see John Wayne crawl up out of his grave and lay into Colin Farrell with a sawed-off shotgun.

2. Teresa Heinze Kerry - there are certain hedious evils even Poe or Lovecraft would have failed to imagine. Thank god this one is finally receded back into obscurity, and may she never return from there.

3. The estate of Ernest Hemingway - earlier in the year a Hemingway short-story manuscript was brought to light for the first time. Never published, never read, never even known about, and apparently very humorous, if artistically undeveloped. The estate, however, has refused to allow the manuscript to be published and read despite the rabid interest of Hemingway's devoted, obsessive fan-base. They argue that it is not the author at his best. It is from his younger days when he is still trying to find his voice, and therefore it is not comparable with his greatest works (i.e. For Whom The Bell Tolls, The Sun Also Rises, etc.). To this, we the staff of Dominion of Cool can only stand, gaping with shock and horror as one of America's great literary voices is silenced and censored - by his own fucking family!

4. American Idol - every night in my dreams I kill every single person associated with this wicked show - contestants, hosts, judges, writers, and yes even the viewers. This is what Conrad referred to as "the fascination of the abomination." This is reeking gases escaping from the putrid, mangled corpse of American entertainment culture.

5. Bono - because I really hate this man. In a career that has lasted some twenty or more years now, he has managed a handful of decent songs (if that) amidst the backdrop of single after single that is mediocre, obnoxious, and quite overblown among music fans desperate to believe that rock music is somehow still drawing breath in today's world. To say that U2 is a mediocre band is to allow them a generosity I'm not certain they deserve, but I'll allow it simply because I'm benevolent. But consider that every song Bono's ever written/sang has sounded exactly like every other song Bono has ever written/sang. Not to mention these songs are shamelessly eighties pop, which was never cool even when bands like Duran Duran, INXS, Bon Jovi and ABBA were still free to call themselves "artists," let alone throughout the 90's and now shamelessly on into the new millenium. Still singing 80's pop. Still using the aggrevating "voice echo" feature that was the staple of our least talented, easily forgettable 80's bands. And their infuriating new song "Vertigo" which has been happily handed over by the band to Big Brother and force fed down our throats over and over again by innumerable commercials, television and radio. Creative lyrics at least ... "Hello, hello. Ola." Fuck you, Bono. Your nomination to the Rock hall of fame this year is a farce, a travesty, and a wretched, wretched folly that could only be committed by today's loathsome MTV idea of good entertainment.


Well there's the lists, chums. And just for fun, here's one more quickie:

Freak of the Year:

1. John Edwards' sideways mouth. (Note - its not the man being nominated here, its his freakish mouth that opens and closes sideways, rather than up and down)
2. Drew Carrey - the apparent favorite to take over Kilborn's late night spot. Showed he's still a fucking freak of nature when he guest-hosted and revealed that his meatball shaped head continues to grow at alarming rates, his glasses are still bigger than Aretha Franklin's boobs, and his hair has now been grown out longer and inexplicably bleached. Fuck you, Drew.
3. Tom Brady - still a freak with a weird shaped face, a freakishly large mouth, horse teeth, and an infuriating habit of wearing a winter hat at all times.
4. Hillary Clinton - don't deny this. Be honest!!
5. The creators of Comedy Central's "Reno 911" - perhaps the least funny television show on these days (possible exception of Will and Grace) - but even if there are less funny shows, none are as freakish and baffling as this one.
6. Molly Shannon - she will never fall off this list as long as she still draws breath on this planet.
7. Bruce Springstein - still not a rockstar. Still barely a popstar. Still looking ridiculous in his tight jeans, sounding ridiculous with his horribly afflicted vocals, and still writing painful music.
8. Opera - she's fat, she's ugly, her shows are bullshit. Hence, she's a freak.
9. Jerry Sullivan - an angry little poindexter who thrives on getting his angry little poindexter followers pissed off at whomever he happens not to like.
10. Christina Aguilera - didn't think anyone could ever dethrown Madonna as having the least to offer society in any respect whatsoever. But Christina is making a strong bid.


Leave a comment and vote. In fact, I'm gonna have Puff Daddy start a new "Vote or Die" campaign, so if you do not vote for your picks in the respective lists, you will be killed by Diddy, and you will rot in hell.



A Presto, boonfellows! Do not forsake me, I know not what I do!

The Top Twenty of a Different Color

Hello, chums! I've ressurected the Dominion of Cool from its temporary hiatus to respond to Rolling Stone Magazine's top ten songs of all time. I won't spend too much time attacking it. Any of you who have seen it know well enough the inherent flaws and baffling mysteries surrounding their selections. Here it is, for those of you who haven't seen it.

1. "Like a Rolling Stone" Bob Dylan (Top ten? Maybe. Top 25? Certainly. #1 of all-time? Fuck no.)
2. "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" The Rolling Stones (A more than worthy selection. I back this one.)
3. "Imagine" John Lennon (Good song - I love it! But top 10? Please! Its fluffy, cliche, and pompous)
4. "What's Going On" Marvin Gaye (Someone is going to die over this pick)
5. " Respect" Aretha Franklin (Top 50, I'll grant you that. Not top 10)
6. "Good Vibrations" The Beach Boys (I have a sentimental weakness for the Beach Boys. I'll accept this one, though I shouldn't)
7. "Johnny B. Goode" Chuck Berry (Back this one with cheerful assent! Great pick!)
8. "Hey Jude" the Beatles (I'll allow it, just so the Beatles can make an appearance)
9. "Smells Like Teen Spirit" Nirvana (the supposedly revolutionary song from our feminist, drug-riddled, head-blowing-offer friend, Kurt Cobain. This song should not even be in the top 500)
10. "What I'd Say" Ray Charles (I love Ray - who doesn't? -, but I'm not sure about this song being top 10)

So the question on everyone's mind - where is "Stairway to Heaven," "Freebird," and "American Pie?" Three of the greatest and most popular rock songs of all time ... nowhere to be found! Well, the short answer is I don't know. The somewhat longer, more graphic answer involves a lot of "fuck you's" and "I can't fuckin believes" and "Jesus Christ, how fuckin' stupid can you gets." I'll let you figure out the jist of it.

At any rate, here is a completely irrelevant new top 20 list based solely on my own opinion. I understand that I open myself up to substantial and legitimate attack here, but hey, I'm just calling it the way I see it. I'm not going by popularity or revolutionary or musically complicated or anything like that. I'm simply listing my own top 20, so back off fuckers. (Disclaimer: This top 20 is based entirely on my musical tastes of the current month, which will undoubtedly follow history by changing completely by next month, so don't hold me to these).

20. "Dream On" by Aerosmith ... Yes, Aerosmith is weird, and yes Aerosmith is largely pop. But this is a great classic rock song, no argument).
19. "Moondance" by Van Morrison ... There are better Van Morrison songs, as anyone who listens beyond "Brown Eyed Girl" can find out for themselves. But we must account for popularity when making a "top X" list, so Moondance gets the nod.
18. "Somebody to Love" by Jefferson Airplane .... I like this song, so fuck you.
17. "No Woman, No Cry" by Bob Marley ... He deserves an honorable mention, and this is my favorite song by him. So there you have it.
16. "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica ... You can debate endlessly this band's place among the great American rock bands, but there is one thing you cannot debate. This is a great fucking song.
15. "My Girl" by The Temptations ... anyone who has sang Karaoke to this song in a bar knows how fucking cool it is and can back me up in ranking it so highly.
14. "Unchained Melodies" by The Richeous Brothers ... Sappy, fluffly, romantic? Yes! But so help me, this is a goddamn good song.
13. "The End" by The Doors ... Another highly debated band. Was Morrison an afflicted artist or a fuckin' weirdo? Either way, I respect any band that puts out a song as bizzare and risky as this one and makes a classic out of it.
12. "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson ... Say what you want about the man and about his music, but try telling me this isn't a fucking awesome song. If you think you can make that argument, I suggest this - try putting it on and listening to it, very loudly, with a lot of people in the room. It takes a swing with the heaviest of rock/R&B hitters.
11. "Mack the Knife" by Bobby Darrin ... Same as with The Temptations. Sing Karaoke to this song, and you'll understand the pick.
10. "All Along the Watchtower" by Jimmy Hendrix ... Its strange. As great an artist as Bob Dylan was, it seems people always do covers of his songs that are far better than his own originals. Witness Hendrix covering this one, Petty covering "Everybody Must Get Stoned," and Clapton and Guns and Roses covering "Knockin' on Heaven's Door."
9. "Fortunate Son" or "I Put a Spell on You" by Creedance Cleerwater Revival ... I need to put something from this group. They have too much good music to leave them out. And their remake of Screamin' Jay Hawkins' "Put a Spell on You" is, in my opinion, one of the greatest fuckin' songs I've ever heard. Fogarty is a motherfucker of a good singer.
8. "In the Air Tonight" by Phil Collins ... Enough said. What a fuckin song.
7. "Whole Lotta Shakin' Going On" by Jerry Lee Lewis ... One of the great pioneers of rock music. Deserves a mention, and this was one of the great early rock hits. Though I also like "Money (That's What I Want)" and his version of "Drinkin' Wine Spo Dee O' Dee."
6. While we're on early pioneers - "One Night of Sin" or "Fool, Fool, Fool" by Elvis Presley ... The King needs to be in the top ten, no questions about it. And these two songs capture him at his best, early in '56, singing the songs you never get to hear anymore because they only want to show you "Don't Cry Daddy" and "Little Sister." They're ruining Elvis!!!
5. Something by Clapton, cause he's the fucking man. Maybe "Sunshine of Your Love," "Strange Brew," or "Bell-Bottom Blues"? ... Clapton's just too good for description.
4. "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd ... Simply put, this is possibly the greatest guitar solo in rock history.
3. "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" by George Harrison ... A song of considerable power and majesty. George Harrison is too underrated as a member of the Beatles. Most unfortunate.
2. Almost anything by Zeppelin, but lets just pick a few. How about "Babe I’m Gonna Leave You," "Dazed and Confused," "Been a Long Time," "Since I’ve Been Loving You," "D’yer Maker," or "When the Levee Breaks"? ... Zeppelin may be the true greatest rock band of all-time. They are not only consistently good, and they tackle such a vast range of different music. I love this fucking band.
1. Of course I've got to go with my personal favorite rock group of all-time ... Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. I don't need to descend to specifics here, they're entire catalogue speaks for itself. But ah what the fuck - "American Girl," "Breakdown," "Refugee," "The Waiting," "Won't Back Down," "Free Fallin," "Learning to Fly," "Into the Great Wide Open," "Mary Jane's Last Dance," "You Don't Know How it Feels," "You Wreck Me," "Its Good to be King," and "Walls." Christ. What a fuckin' band. What a fucking songwriter!!


Please comment on this one, chums. The conversation over music is one that should be had at all costs, especially in these dark days of degredation and shame when Christina Aguilera is free to call herself an "artist" and Good Charlotte passes for "contemporary rock." We must never forget what once was!!! So comment. And make them long, in depth, carefully thought out, amazing, brilliant, and flawless comments!



A Presto ...



Il Pazzo



PS - I seem to have forgotten to include Lynard Skynard, and they deserve mention in my opinion. So "Freebird," "Tuesday's Gone," "Simple Man," "Saturday Night Special," and "Coming Home." There. I mentioned them.