FORUM

In a place just East of the St. Croix River, where long hair still rocks, and so does Ratt on Vinyl lives a super fan… or so we thought.

OK… so it's some random dude at Dibbo's in Hudson, Wisconsin where we did a gig about 10 years ago. After a rousing rendition of American (No, we don't play it anymore) Pie this guy, let's call him… Ted, stood before us, raised his arms in the air, looked to the sky, and proclaimed "You guys are the reason for my life!". Ted was an unkempt man. Think professional wrestler, but dirtier, drunker, and more on drugs. The other two patrons attending that evening's concert didn't appear to be phased by his outburst. Perhaps it was all part of a normal night at Dibbo's.

Ted continued "rocking out" until we came to a break, at which time he sat down with us for a little chat. This is what Ted had to say: "You guys are awesome! You rock!… But you know what? You suck! You don't sweat enough! But you know what? You rock!

So which is it Ted? Do we rock, or do we suck? Ted may never know, but at least he's right.