I Have Undeniable Evidence That Many Have

Those Original, Black, Spirited, Defiant, Rebellious Musical Masters. Chuck Berry Was One Of The First Masters Of Les Paul's New Electric Guitar; He Pretty Much Laid Down The Gauntlet, And I Don't Think Anybody's Ever Beat Him Since. Way Before The British Invasion, I Was Tuned Into The Black Guys That Created The British Invasion. Without Howlin' Wolf, Muddy Waters, Robert Johnson, Lightnin' Hopkins, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry And The Motown Hits, There Would Be No Beatles.

It Grabs Me, But Not As Much As It Grabs Some Of The Other People That Rave About Them. With The Black Keys, I'm Missing Crescendos With The Sax, Keyboard Or Guitar Solo. It Never Comes To Me. All My Favorite Music Is Rife With Crescendo And I'm Not Hearing Enough With Them. If You Can Get The Black Keys To Hear This, Tell Them I Offer My Crescendo Guitar Anytime They Desire It.

If You Don't Have A Sense Of Humor, You'll Hurt Yourself Arguing With Me.

Use Your Lives Wisely, My Friends, And Conserve These Precious Freedoms For Future Generations.

Oh God Almighty, Another Detroit Monster Is Chad Smith Of The Chili Peppers. Their Music Is Intoxicating Between Flea And Chad Smith. They're Contemporary Because They're Still Making Good Records, But I Don't Think There's Anything New That Has A Groove And Soulfulness. The Chili Peppers Just Stink Of Soul-and That's The Ultimate Compliment. They Continue What James Brown Created.