The Clod of the Gaps

Need inspiring words? The New York Post provides:

Richard Mgrdechian is an engineer, a problem-solver by nature. The problem, as he saw it: There weren’t any patriotic, pro-America hard rock bands.

Sadly, that function was largely outsourced to Canadians at that time.* Back to the Mgrhdfashjklafsdhlkj story:

Mgrdechian, 45, was a high school senior growing up in Bayside, Queens when “Born in the USA” hit. He loved the album cover — the blue jeans, the flag. He loved the title. He even loved the song — at first. “It definitely grabbed me right away because the music and chorus were so powerful and direct,” says Mgrdechian from his Midtown office. “I just assumed it was the ultimate pro-American song.”

But ass we all know, when you assume you make an ASS of U and in this case nobody else, pretty much just U.

Mgrdechian, who considers Reagan “infinitely inspiring,” says that when he thought some more about “Born in the USA,” he “realized how vile it really was. The whole thing was all about ingratitude and failure — ‘You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much’ . . . ‘Sent me off to Vietnam to go and kill the yellow man.’ What type of lines are those?”

Seriously! What work of great art has ever featured a guy who had a bad time and was cranky about it? The answer is NONE WORKS OF ART. So once you have the AWESOMEST WORDS about the AWESOMEST COUNTRY lined up - imagine what those might be! - what sound should best represent the AWESOMEST MESSAGE DELIVERABLE?

A heavy sound that fits into the Stone Temple Pilots/Creed spectrum seems to portend a lot of gigs at military bases and NASCAR tailgates, the kind of crowds Mgrdechian sees as his target audience as he builds Madison Rising on his own indie label.

These people are just monsters.

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*Seriously, check out the lyrics and tell me they're not a conservative wet-dream. Just ask Aryan.

UPDATE!

The hateful mood demands non-stop playing of this again:



Two straight hours so far.