(Look! A subject that's simultaneously redundant AND oxymoronic!)

I love music. I consider myself fortunate to have just enough of whatever it
takes to anchor a "weekend warrior" rock band of like-minded contemporaries. By
"like-minded," I mean educated professionals with real responsibilities, who
nevertheless appreciate the opportunity to constructively blow off steam once a
week in a garage, and once a month in some or other dive bar. No delusions here;
the day jobs are not going away, the paltry pay for bar gigs can barely be called
"beer money," and we'd do it for free if we had to. It's just a great way to kick
back and forget about the grind for a few hours here and there.

Next time you're in front of the idiot box, flip to MTV or BET while they're
running one of their "Supa Phat Dope Bomb Hype Jamz" hip-hop video programs. It
will become immediately obvious that the flaming assholes running these networks
truly do HATE music. They don't hate it in the same way as those who promote, say,
a Jimmy Buffett tour, or sign the next vapid "artist/brand" teenage street whore
to a record deal, but hate's hate, right?