So, many of you haven't got a clue in the world as to who I am. Who am I? Twenty-one year old nobody who grooves to records, drinks beer and cries. I am an avid collector and extreme listener of mid-60's garage bands and compilations. There's something so pleasing about the thought of millions of acne-plagued, socially rejected and otherwise unwanted teenagers practicing in the garage/ basements of their parents houses, fumbling around with cheap twangy guitars purchased from Sears by their parents, covering old Stones' songs and hoping to become the next Beatles. A movement that swept across the world, capturing the teenage angst and rebellion that fueled Rock'n'Roll in the 60's. Check back each week as I issue something that will tingle your eardrums, flow down through your esophagus and into your intestinal track, causing slight discomfort that will have your foot tapping at a steady beat.
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