Broken Buds? Ryan, WTF is that?

We all have them, and we all love them, but more importantly we love to hate them. Guaranteed to bring us joy but more often a let down when needed most, these little would-be-flowers of musical joy have come to signify an entire generation. I refer to mine, yours, our BROKEN BUDS. Our little potent portables have come to be a metaphor for everything going on in music and the music scene today. A shining beacon of hope for the marriage of entertainment and technology, and yet in practice a colossal cluster fuck. So in this brave new world of music who is to lead us, machete and loin cloth in tow, through the vast jungle of BS that is the music scene?

...Not this guy, F that, too much responsibility.

What I can do is give my opinion on new musics, new bands, old musics, old bands, and entertain with a level of panash not seen since Lionel Richie danced on the ceiling. It's gonna be a party ladies and gents, and not a Scattergories and wine spritzer party...this is gonna be a full on rager naked people and goats included...or maybe not...but come on, Scattergories is pretty fun right? (What sandwich begins with a Z?)

I'm gonna go buy some party hats for our 1 year anniversary of this inaugural post because you know thats where this fun train is headed.

Coming up next? I'll analyze why Gray's Anatomy has single handedly killed Rock 'N' Roll and why The Fray are the common cause for erectile dysfunction.

Ryan : Eject