ApostolicShadowNinja

The mid-sixties weren't a very enjoyable time for France, with the British Invasion in full swing and Beatlemania seemingly everywhere. It had reached the point where even teenagers at his place grew excited when they heard the names. "What was that other band called again? The Rolling Rocks? No, the Rolling Stones..." Honestly, he failed to see the appeal in Britain's new rock bands. All they did on stage, was scream and behave like wild animals, yet young girls went crazy for them. He just couldn't understand it, where was the grace and elegance in such music, if he could even call it that? "Alas, I fear for the youth of this generation.