Read this if you hate punk rock and wish to revel in it's destruction. Pointless whining by spoiled jerk who was lucky enough to join his favorite band, and paid them and their other fans back by ruining the band with self-indulgent noodling, then wrote this little yawn fest about it, thouroughly slagging all band members except his equally lame soon to be music professor cohort. Full of insights into one weenie's sweaty feelings of self importance, and love for a ballerina. I couldn't possibly be more sorry to have read this. Worse than Jack Chick. Way worse.