NEW BANDS: LIKE OLD ONES, BUT NEWER
Hold it right there, Jay-Otis! You think we don’t sit around ROCK-SHOTS and ponder the unsolvable mysteries of life? Of course we do! For example: how many ROCK-SHOTS readers would it take to cast Billy Joel to the bottom of the Adriatic Sea through thought projection alone?
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NEW BANDS: LIKE OLD ONES, BUT NEWER
Hold it right there, Jay-Otis! You think we don’t sit around ROCK-SHOTS and ponder the unsolvable mysteries of life? Of course we do! For example: how many ROCK-SHOTS readers would it take to cast Billy Joel to the bottom of the Adriatic Sea through thought projection alone? What if a group of people in a smoke-filled room many thousands of miles away drew your name out of a large hat and agreed— with glee—that you would look better in a pink shirt next Friday? What if a massive conspiracy was underway at all of the dictionary companies in the world to change the meaning of one word a year simultaneously? And finally, what if all the new bands in the world still meant nothing compared to a giant billboard of Aunt Jemima that beckoned: “STOP! Fo’ yo’ coffee break!”? In a communist world, this could happen!
