love panther

love panther


Love Panther, a sight for sore ears. An assault in a "hurts so good" kind of way, a murder of rock's inhibitions, a union of the sickest riffs and most scathing licks with the swagger of the part of the night you enjoyed most.



I mumbled that I was sorry and retired meditating upon my crime. I
never deliberately learned to rock, but somehow I had been wallowing
illicitly in the record store. In the long hours of church- was it then I
learned? I could not remember not being able to rock sweet licks. Now that I was
compelled to think about it, rocking was something that just came to me,
as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around, or
achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces. I could not remember when
the lines above Angus's moving finger separated into rock, but I had
stared at them all the evenings in my memory, listening to the news of the
day, Bills to Be Enacted into Laws, the diaries of Lorenzo Dow- anything
that happened to be rocking when I crawled into bed every night.
Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to rock. One does not love

Listen to me fucking breathe, assholes.

-Dave Berry


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