It was not just the cockchafers yesterday. On Tuesday (five days ago) a colleague of mine messed with my head because he introduced me to a band I might like. We both love the 80s, but he is younger than I and thinks I need some education concerning modern music. So far, I had found the bands he introduced me to either too loud or even disgusting. Last week, he started reading my novel on the immortal Earl of Rochester. Maybe that prompted him to tell me that Steel Panther is a great band. Rochester wore tights, was bawdy and got laid so much his cock must have been chafed to the bone(er). His cock was community property, and Steel Panther were either inspired by Rochester's poems, or they took the words right out of the letters to his wife. Plus, the guitar player runs his mouth like Rochester and stole his hair.
The music is surprisingly good, too, so besides (or despite) Bon Jovi's leggings, Guns'n'Roses headbands, as well as chords sounding very much like them (and Van Halen, Def Leppard etc), they're worth checking out, if you don't mind honesty and oversharing – I know I just did.
The music is surprisingly good, too, so besides (or despite) Bon Jovi's leggings, Guns'n'Roses headbands, as well as chords sounding very much like them (and Van Halen, Def Leppard etc), they're worth checking out, if you don't mind honesty and oversharing – I know I just did.
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