Rock n Roll is dead, because nobody stopped Coca Cola or Disneyland.
Rock n Roll is dead because when the levees broke all the last great blues gods went
straight to heaven.
Rock n Roll is dead because everyone is micro chipped and plugged into a TV.
Rock n Roll is dead because people stopped dancing. They were to desensitized to do much else then nod their Joan Jett hair and tap their engineer boots.
Rock n Roll is dead because too many people want to be rock stars, and have hot erect groupies suck their dicks, and have their promoters jerk them off till they’re staring glossy eyed at their next fix, and writing songs about girls, riding in fast cars, and how fucking cool it is to be a rock star.
Rock n Roll is dead to the masses, cause the masses got Bud Light, HDTV, World of War craft, cell phones, fast cars, cheap women, Hollywood, and the emptiness of one lost generation.
Put me in a time capsule to 1965, I would never even look back.
Rock n Roll lives in some kids basement, who just heard “Castles made of sand” for the first time and he is starting to cry. Somewhere in a trailer park in the middle of the desert
a prepubescent girl is hearing Patti Smith’s “Rock n Roll Nigger” for the first time, and suddenly she feels strong for the very first time in her life.
Rock n Roll is dead unless you read between the lines.
Unless you pay attention to the people playing on the streets, or wander into some dimly
lit bar, or tune into the radio after midnight. You might catch a glimpse of yesterday,
a memory of why your parents questioned authority, or how your grandparents met and fell in love. Its still there, and you’ll know when you find it, cause it will feed your soul, it will keep you up year after year, like a first love, or a shooting star that never dies.
That’s Rock n Roll, not this commercialized garbage the kids are listening to today.
Posted by Modus Operandi 
