Yes folks, a rock nyc parody of Old 97’s new classic song of life on the road and let me say this, because I believe it, there is something mythic about spending your life writing about music: it is one of the loneliest pursuits known to people and we do it because… Hours before Old 97’s play Webster Hall feel free to sing along!
We’ve been reviewing this longer
Than you’ve been alive if you’re five
Propelled by some mysterious drive
And they can’t stop us writing as weird as it seems
And I do it all day and night and
Then again in my dreams
tiny office
AC from hell
bedroom looks as good as it smells
Gallons of coffee
Bottles of pop
There’s some vegan tacos
for our editors grub
And we’ve reviewed bands in nightclubs
Reviewed bands in bars
Arenas and halls and someone’s backyard
Most of what we write are triumphs not schlock
Although sometimes we cut and paste when we should not.
I’m only a writer
Though I’m super at times
I offer opinions
I never lie
the website lives until it crashes
than we’ll be left in dust and ashes
We’ve got our share of lovers and stuff
Some are married, divorced or given up on love
Well, It must be hard to write for free
Some do it for pleasure some do it for me
Writing that comes easy is a flake or a fluke
Writing is a marathon,
Sometimes you puke
Speaking of which
we’ve written a lot
Mountains of words and that’s just a start
Millions of typos, billions of errors
Not many interviews, that stuffs a terror
We’ve been reviewing rock longer than you’ve been alive if you’re five
some good years and some not so fine
rock nyc has been very very good to me
writing day and night is the only place I wanna be