Dear Rock n’ Roll Manifesto,

On behalf of everyone who still believes in Three Chords & The Truth, thank you.

On behalf of everyone who sees a guitar cable, and instantly understands the connective tissue between potential and power, thank you.

On behalf of everyone who’s smelled the other band’s lead singer’s breath in an SM58, thank you.

On behalf of everyone who still believes in band names that start with “The,” thank you.

On behalf of everyone who knows Joe Strummer was a bluesman, thank you.

On behalf of everyone who understands that country, blues, rockabilly, and punk all belong together, thank you.

On behalf of everyone who is deadly serious about doing that which is ultimately very fun, thank you.

On behalf of everyone who understands that without independent radio, we die, thank you.

On behalf of everyone who is still surviving on Advil, Nyquil and nicotine, thank you.

On behalf of Total Massacre, The Filaments, Tommy & The Commies, Lovesores, Hank Von Hell, Sick Things, Amyl & The Sniffers, Scott Deluxe Drake, The Suck, Stevie Tombstone, Beggar Belief, and ALL Manifesto awards recipients past and present, thank you.

On behalf of everyone who knows that what The Manifesto don’t know, ain’t worth knowin’, thank you.

And on behalf of myself, and anyone and everyone who is a fan of Preacher Boy music, thank you. For this:

In short, thank you.

Regards,

Everybody who still believes in Rock n’ Roll. Including me.