The Pheromones

No pharmaceutical product could ever equal the rush you get when the band hits that groove and the people are dancing and shouting and swaying and the house is rockin. The music man... the music...

Remember this...walk away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills your vocations, leaving the next generation with nothing but recycled digitally sampled techno grooves, quasi synth rhythms, and suto songs of violence laden gangster rap acid pop and simpering saccharin souless slush. Depart now and you forever separate yourself from the vital American legacy's of Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, Blind Boy Fuller, Louie Jordan, Little Walter, Big Walter, Sonny Boy Williamson I and II. Otis Redding, Jakie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Leeber and Stoller. Turn your backs now and you snuff out the fragile candles of blues R&B and soul, and when those flames flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished. Because the music which has moved mankind through seven decades leading to the millennium will wither and die on the vine of abandonment and neglect.