Sold My Soul To Rock and Roll

I am a member of a rather small, but stupid subculture of rock fan that has sold their soul to rock and roll. No, not in that Black Sabbath type of way where I give some red guy with horns and a goatee my soul in return for guitar skills or anything ridiculous like that. I've sacrificed everything for rock and roll. In a fit of inanity so perverse that most people will stop reading after this line, I spent just about all of my earnings since 1982 on rock music in all their varied media forms, concerts, memorabilia, alcohol and the drugs needed to fully exploit the sounds I've enjoyed. This has put me in the embarassing position of having to take orders from people who have spent their entire lives accumulating things and climbing the corporate ladder while most of my friends are managers or owners of their own companies.

It's a stupid place to be at this age, but I figure at this point, I have to have something to show for it. So that's what this blog is about. All this music knowledge that I've "sold my soul" for needs to have a home.