For the poor tortured souls…..

For those poor tortured souls who lie awake at night crying out for a Generations DVD...
To the well-intentioned disciples that schedule their entire lives around something new from their favorite band...
To you patient-hearted, time-tested fools whose only crime was confusing the integrity of the music with the integrity of the men who crafted it....
For all of you - there is something you direly need to know:
The Dallas show was lip-synched and will never see the light of day.
Neal has already stated that he uses Rolling Stone magazine to wipe his ass, I can only conjecture that he uses the cutting room floor reels from Dallas & Warfield to wipe some different orifice.
…NOT that he can he be entirely faulted, mind you.
The footage from last year’s tour features a frontman as mobile and energetic as Denny Hastert at the Baked Potato bar (yes, this jab was meant for you Rick. Quickly, shove that pyramid butt-plug up your stringent Republican manpussy one more time before the rapture.)
Now that all fears and hopes have been allayed, I expect no more blather about “when the Dallas dvd will emerge”.
It’s not. EVER.
It was a write-off for the band that will remain much like the Augeri-era itself from here on out: spoken in hushed tones and muted whispers.
To the well-intentioned disciples that schedule their entire lives around something new from their favorite band...
To you patient-hearted, time-tested fools whose only crime was confusing the integrity of the music with the integrity of the men who crafted it....
For all of you - there is something you direly need to know:
The Dallas show was lip-synched and will never see the light of day.
Neal has already stated that he uses Rolling Stone magazine to wipe his ass, I can only conjecture that he uses the cutting room floor reels from Dallas & Warfield to wipe some different orifice.
…NOT that he can he be entirely faulted, mind you.
The footage from last year’s tour features a frontman as mobile and energetic as Denny Hastert at the Baked Potato bar (yes, this jab was meant for you Rick. Quickly, shove that pyramid butt-plug up your stringent Republican manpussy one more time before the rapture.)
Now that all fears and hopes have been allayed, I expect no more blather about “when the Dallas dvd will emerge”.
It’s not. EVER.
It was a write-off for the band that will remain much like the Augeri-era itself from here on out: spoken in hushed tones and muted whispers.