El documental de Red Hot Chili Peppers es lo que uno quiere ver en una biopic. Una banda mostrando sus demonios, inmersa en un mar de mierda y hablando de sus miserias. El tributo a Hillel es conmovedor y doloroso, como debe ser todo docu sobre rock
ALSO, I SAW THEM LIVE FOR FUCKS SAKE, I SHOULD TALK ABOUT THAT MORE, I mean, I saw motherfucking Frusciante playing wet sand, can you fucking believe that?
So last night I saw the rise of the red hot chili peppers: our brother hillel, and I'm gonna be honest with you, it made me comeback here. I cried so fucking much, I missed them, I missed talking about them, I still listen to them every fucking day, but I miss being an active fan
Anyways, I don't know if I'm definitely coming back, but I'm reflecting on the fact that they are still a vital part of me, I shouldn't allow something like that to keep me away of this community. Today, I'll be listening to BSSM so loud my neighbors are gonna hate me so much