Damn it, John. We know you can shred.

Every so often you open up that door, just a peep, and let us see a sliver of the way you could fuckin shred til the cows came home – if you wanted to. You shred good in concert. We need that shit on wax so it can be spread to the people.

You got hits. You got pretty ladies. And you got that paper. It’s enough. Damn it.

Give the people what they NEED – not what they want.

CHANNEL THAT JIMI. SHRED, JOHNNY. Shred like the world depends on it. Because, shit, waiting on the world to change doesn’t seem to be workin.

Santa fuckin knows:

Strap on those kirklands and rip a hole in the sun.