It was hot that afternoon. Combust-into-flames hot. And yet the kids came anyway--in their black concert T-shirts and wide-mouthed black jeans. Shame the color of rawk isn't a cool lime or a crisp summer white. Shame to see all those fat dudes a shade shy of heatstroke. Some in the audience took off their tops, and some weren't even guys. Girls with no shirts, no bras, wearing nothing but the swirls and flowers of an airbrushed bikini around their bouncing areolae. Like the beaches of France. Like,... More >>>