Introducing: RySco

I introduce to you, fellow reader, the inimitable stylings of one Ryan Scott. A close personal friend of some years, Ryan brings to this blog a tenacity and earnestness to writing heretofore unseen. Ryan knows more about writing code, building a bar in his apartment, installing a blue-tooth enabled MP3 player in his car, and Meshuggah than you. Much to the relief of his lovely girlfriend, he is not a registered a sex offender. Without further ado, I give you RySco's "Rock Guy".

Dearest Rock Guy,

Surely you are correct that I can do better than that, I am sorry for this. I had a very long week at work and, well, to be completely honest, and I apologize for burdening you with this, but my grandfather's Parkinson's disease is advancing to a very difficult point now... things have been very crazy for us. Please know that I, at the very center of my soul, wanted very badly participate. Under every other circumstance I would have been right there with my hands in the air, clapping and trying to do better each time at your request. Under every other circumstance I would have sung along the infectious hook of your chorus with zeal and fervor. Speaking of your performance, can I just say “Wow”. I am wowed, I was wowed, and I will continue to be wowed until your next concert when I will certainly and undoubtedly be wowed again. You are so powerful on stage. You seem to know that the key to being good is acting like you are good. You were so committed to your perception of excellence. I found it refreshing that you have ostensibly not listened to a radio or seen a TV in the last decade. The way that you endeavored to be different... That's the way rock and roll ought to be. Your breaking from conventional musical “Wisdom” was so bold. The end of your closing number (can I say “Wow” again without forfeiting any sort of editorial credibility?) with the droning guitar line and the repeated refrain “Love is like a river” would have been long winded at nine minutes in anyone else's hands, but you... my hat is off to you sir. You really make that Stratocaster sing man! Mark my words Rock Guy, at your next show, you won't have to put the progression of your song on hold and ask me to clap to the rhythm fifteen times in a row... because I'ma be right there on the first one, just, just fucking bringing it.Love,

-That Guy In The Crowd That Wasn't Clapping When You Asked Him To Clap