In its first incarnation, rock & roll was dumb. By design. The first wave of hip-shakers and hit-makers didn’t make music to pore over and dissect with a scholarly ear. This wasn’t Mozart — and the lyrics weren’t Shakespeare. This was music for the teen masses, music to ditch classes, to save up your dimes …
Hey, What’s That Song? “My Girlfriend Is A Rock” by The Nervebreakers
