I find it amazing that such a beautiful song could be written about such an unsightly creature who wields a voice of nails on chalkboards... fucking wench
hahaha back then Rollingstone was still the "underground press" now they have become the same pop-mainstream trash as everything else being shat out today. Each issue is sure to have at least one article with an in depth analysis of Lady Gagas hairy ass.
Back then, it seems, people actually cared about writers, kinda... seems like now the only writer anyones ever heard of is Max Power for his stupid beer book.
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