Album: Sorry Ma, Forgot To Take Out The Trash
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The radio’s blastin, turn that shit off!
OK, here we go!!!
If The Replacements hadn’t existed, then I would have had to invent them.
Luckily, they did. An ever-changing confluence of balls and brains; cockiness and insecurity; stellar musicianship and drunken incompetence, The Replacements didn’t so much change my life but affirm it. Affirm that I could stupidly rock the fuck out while also crying my eyes out, affirm that I could alternate the most profound thoughts with silly dick jokes, and most importantly, affirm that rock ‘n’ roll could save me right this second even as it was killing me slowly.