I always tried to give the audience what they wanted and in return they made me ridiculously stinking f*****g rich. Now, you might want to hate me for that, but before you do, remember this, you jealous prick. I earned my right to be hated.
Rock and roll, man. Like the first time you heard it. It’s fast, it’s dirty, it smashes you over the head.
It’s all about the songs, guys. Can you hum it? Will you remember it tomorrow? Does it make you want to call the radio station and find out who the band they just played was? Think back. Think back to the first time you heard a song that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Made you want to dance or f*** or go out and kick somebody’s ass. That’s what I want.
So this is my story clouded by lost brain cells, self-aggrandizement, and maybe a little bull****, but how could it not be, this f*****g life? Hey, you know what? Let me just shut up, put the record on for you, drop the needle, and crank up the f*****g volume.
I just passed up a fortune because I believe in this company’s future and this prick wants to b**ch about time frames? The time is now. Today. This very f*****g minute.
You know what? One of these days I’m gonna grab you by those mutton chops and I’m gonna turn your head like a f*****g steering wheel.
When I was a kid, I used to lay in my bed at night listening to my father drunk off his ass screaming at my mother. Louis Jordan, T-Bone Walker, Big Joe Turner, these guys saved my life. Years later, I’m in the record business. I talk to other kids. For them, it’s Elvis. It’s Little Richard. It’s Bill Haley. Every generation is full of lost, f****d-up kids who need to hear that they’re not alone. And they hear it. They hear it through the records we make. That’s who Alibi is for. Those kids. They need a voice. And Alibi’s it!