It's light and sound. It's sticks and strings; wood and steel. It's feel and style. It's immediate art. It's the downbeat kick and the backbeat crack. It's callused fingers, blistered hands, swollen joints. It's an audience that sings your lyrics and dances to your grooves. It's bloodshot eyes and unshaved faces, leather jackets and sunglasses at night. It's brand new names and old familiar faces. It's driving through the night from Copenhagen to Amsterdam just to make the next show. It's reading novels in the green room and late night talks about God. It's finding food long past midnight in a strange city. It's the trial of a few thousand practice hours that nobody else heard. It's finding wifi so you can talk to your woman back home. It's creating memories and a routine of special moments. It's a knowing nod on stage after a sick fill. It's indignant for the pretenders, millionaire hacks, show business formulas, and tired old cliches.
It's everyone who knows and everyone else who just thinks they do.
So, just what is it about that rock 'n' roll?
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